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" Rockinâ?? It Out. "

â?? Pet Rock Turtle. â??
' Gandrianâ??s Companion. '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Rocky
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; unknown
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; When Gandrian found him
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Assuming Male
â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; â?¦ letâ??s not ponder this one
��� [ How high is high.] ;; 2 inches
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Rock
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Neutral

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Slate
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Slate
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; Turtle figure made of rock, parched upon a rock. Completely slate and rocky in color, patches of light and dark.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Stony / Flinty / Rocky / Hard / Silent / Still

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The real me.] ;; He sits there, parched on wherever that he may chill. Most of the time, he is placed upon Gandrianâ??s palm, resting and silently listening. Rocky makes a great companion, and while he is dangerous in the fact that his body is hard, his â??personalityâ?? is rather rough and â??rockyâ??. In truth, he is not that hard to get along with, but is hard to understand.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; Form from mother Earth herself, he wanders through life aimlessly, not knowing when he was formed or when his existence will cease to be. Currently, he is the companion of the Treacherous Knight.

[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

��� [ I'm used to it] ;; Rolling around.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;; Stillness
��� [ When the dog bites.] ;; Being thrown
��� [ When the bee stings.] ;; Crumbling

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Hard and potential sharp edges!
��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; His body is his weapon.

[ â? о и â?® â? ]​

��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; The Treacherous Knight
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Rocking Roll
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Wishes to be a real turtle.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; . #



Sincerely yours,
OMFG, what have I done?​
 
[QoL's Reference]

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" Iâ??ll Always Watch over You, my Beloved Knights. "

â?? Cecilia Von Kali â??
' The Queen of Light '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Kali (by the four knights and wise dragon), Your Highness, Cecilia (by the King of Darkness)
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Appears thirty years-old
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; Unknown
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Female
â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Sadly, sheâ??s deadâ?¦
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Five feet three inches
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Everyone has light within them

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Dark Gold
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Soft pink
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; She wears a flowing gown that is made of the purest of white, and wherever she walks, there is brightness that is her magic emitting out from her form. It is neither painful nor overbearing, as it is a soft glow that sooths the eyes and soul. Kali has a golden necklace around her collarbone that her mother had given her, and similar wrist bangles.

Her hair is of a soft pink that is said to represent those who had died for their kingdom, while her golden eyes represented the light of the world. Soft pink lips and a beautiful body, the Queen is an image of grace and warmth. The Amulet of Mariosa has been speculated to be within her heart by many, thought she laughs it off and fingers the golden necklace around her collarbone. Kali doesnâ??t believe that she is light, for no one is wholly pure, nor they are entirely dark.

The Queen has only once been involved in the battleground, so the range of her attire has always been gracefully soft and for daily wear. Tunics to royal gowns, Kali enjoyed dressing in simple clothes, but when it came to dressing up her knights, she had extravagant outfits designed.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Loving / Gentle / Kind / Righteous / Virtuous / Powerful

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The real me.] ;; Standing atop of the center of the world, the Queen of Light is both powerful and virtuous. She holds the Amulet of Marosiaâ??s light within her, emitting the light that beckons to all those who are lost and needs to find the path back home, into the light that is good. Kali had always been gentle and kind to all those around her, showing a special loving side to those of her knights. While she has a strong duty as the Queen of Elzier, the pink haired woman finds herself going out and playing pranks with the Wise Dragon. Many times, it had been upon the four knights. Pink hair on the knights had made her laugh to the point of tears.

She cares for them like they were her own, despite them not having been that much difference in age. Her virtues were said to have been directly from the gods above, and her power was ascending from the path of light. Kali had always believed that if one strayed from the path of light, that there had to be a beckon to lead them home. While she wished to be that signal, she also encouraged those around her that they were a beckon on their own as well.

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The past is history.] ;; Ascending to the throne of the kingdom when she was barely fifteen years old, Kali had been ruling as a firm and righteous ruler since she could remember. As a child, she had been wild and at the same time, reserved when she needed to be. Her parents had died of old age though, despite her being rather younger, so she wasnâ??t surprised that she became the Queen of Light so soon.

After a few years of serving as the Queen, she met her first and Female Knight, of whom she bonded to like a sister-like daughter. Soon followed was the Eldest knight, her wiser knight that she left in charge of the knights to come. When the Cardinal Knight joined their ranks, she felt a ripple of the peaceful nature in the world. Kali had been in-tuned with the hearts of people, and while she saw the weakness of his heart, she loved him all the same. She had foretold him that his breath lacks warmth, but she believed that if he was to always come back onto the path of light, he would be the one to lead them back into peace. This had been proven to her when a small war between dark minions and Elzier had broken out in the early years. With almost acidic waters, the healing properties vanished and singed the enemies. He had saved her from death that day, becoming known as the Cardinal Knight, the Great Hero of the Kapathian Wars.

Soon after, the Youngest Knight joined their group, of which gave her the ability to send her greatest knights to the four corners of the world to watch over the lands. The day before the ceremony of the Youngest Knightâ??s siring, he came to her and told her truths that she promised to help him with when the time was right. Kali worried for the knights though, as she knew each had their own problems to deal with. The Eldest knight was worrisome for her, as she knew that there was something within him that caused him pain. One day, he feared it would consume him, while she assured him that they would solve the mystery. For the Female knight, she worried like a mother, knowing that the fiery redhead was sometimes out of control and got herself into more than she could handle. The Youngest knight was sometimes too kind, of which she was glad for, but feared he would be taken advantage of. As for the Cardinal knight, she worried for his future, as a seer could not view upon another seerâ??s path.

Upon one of the times that they were to meet and discuss the dealings of the world, the Cardinal Knight betrayed them and turned towards the Darkness. â??Sweet Annieâ?¦stray not too far from the light, for it shall always be with youâ?¦â? was her last words, before she gifted him one last gift. Her body glowed a beautiful light, before disbursing out into the world and forevermore, lost to those who had known her.

[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

��� [ I'm used to it] ;; Her habit had been to pet all her loyal subjects as an affectionate gesture. She enjoyed watching the Eldest Knight spar, forcing the Female Knight to sit down and read long books with her, singing the Cardinal Knight to slumber or calmness, and throwing water on the Youngest Knight. Often times, she had a rather unbecoming habit of either tricking or buttering Ranis up until the Dragon Queen gave into transforming and giving her rides for the thrill of it.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
  • * Almost everything
    * Brittle Candies
    * Cherries[/list:u]
    ��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
    • * Appears to be nothing she â??hatesâ??[/list:u]
      ��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
      • * That she canâ??t save someoneâ??s life or soul[/list:u]

        [ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Most of it is unknown, as those who had defied the light had been banished without the use of power, or had been annihilated due to their darkened heart. One thing one would have noticed was the magic she used in front of others: Eminence; a glowing light that came from her palm, in which healed and drew back a lost personâ??s soul into the path of light.
        ��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; Magic is her strongest suit, so there is no need for any channeling object or arms to bear.

        [ â? о и â?® â? ]​

        ��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; During her life, she has had but a few close relations. Her brother, older brother in fact, had turned towards the side of darkness, but that did not prevent her from loving him nonetheless. As for those closest to her, there were the knights and the wise dragon. She tried to treat them all as equals, as the Queen of Light should not show favoritism.
        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Your sound of death.] ;; â??Bring me ecstasy in the form of love, and when the starlight shines down and calls, please donâ??t forget me.â?
        ��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; During the time she lived, Kali had never had love in the sense of her emotions of a one-on-one on public display. There had been something emotional with the Wise Dragon, something almost tangible that drew them together. Her crush had landed on the Eldest Knight for awhile, lavishing him in her affections. She had also shared a sweet kiss, with a cherry between their lips, with the Cardinal Knight, though shocking him. Whether or not she might have found love between those three was put up to questions, as she had died before revealing anything.
        ��� [ Show them proudly] ;; ****.



        Sincerely yours,
        (~*-*)~ [NPC] ~(*-*~).​
 
The King of Darkness

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" Are you afraid of the dark? Perhaps you should be... "

â?? King Vayne of Lassadar â??
' The King of Darkness '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; "Your highness" - Anybody speaking directly to him who does not wish to die a painful death.

"The Witch King" The King's title amongst the drow.

"Vayne" Kali

��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Appears to be around 35
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; Oct. 31
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Male
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; The King take whoever he pleases. He seems however to enjoy the supple flesh of a woman more than men though
��� [ How high is high.] ;; 6' 4"
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; The King is amongst the most powerful of humans.
��� [ There is no other I am servant to Master of] ;; The King rules over the side of Darkness with an iron fist

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Black
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Black
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;;

The King in his "Casual" attire

In battle uniform, holding an inactive Souldrinker

The King of Darkness is a surprisingly handsome man, almost as attractive on the outside as he is twisted, evil and hateful on the inside. The King has inherited his familyâ??s natural beauty, intense eyes, and well sculpted facial features that he and his sister both shared, though far more masculine in nature. His features are attractive, but they give way to his dark and unnatural evil and over his life they have become corrupted. His once kind but bold features are now overcome with malice and cruelty.

Vayne stands six feet three inches tall, a rather impressive height for his projected age and has an athletic physique, complimented by his strong, intense features of his face and body. He bears many scars on his pale skin from past battles when he still fought for a good purpose before his powers settled in and he began his path to darkness, one directly across his body from left to right, another along his arm, and a couple of them

Vayne wears his long Jet black hair free and loose around his face, black bangs framing his handsome features and other locks scattered aimlessly around his back and neck. Rings of steel rest on black backgrounds, intelligent and intense. Whenever he uses his powers, his eyes turn black and deep as the darkness wells around him and his power grows and flares, making him a frightening figure.

The Kingâ??s glare is said to be terrifying, as if he was looking through the very soul of the one he is gazing at, the intensity of the cold, intense gaze is stunning. It is said that this is how he sees the darkness in a person's soul.

Vayne wears prefers to wear clothing that serves more for function than for fashion. He doesn't bother adorning himself with gold or jewels aside from his onyx ring and his earrings, and prefers to wear simple, yet useful clothing that serves more of a purpose than looking flashy. His outfit is meant to provide balance in movement and protection. Mithril woven into his shirt protects him from injuries in case he is caught off guard, a present from the Dark Elves that worship him. The king wears a slightly heavy coat extends to his ankles and his boots, wrapping slightly around to conceal his legs and allowing him freedom of movement for the King. Around his waist are two belts which cross in an X at his front, holding up the leggings and providing a place for him to attach his sword and it's cover at his left side.

The King's connection to the powers of darkness and his flirting with demons has effected his appearance. Most of the features that he has developed are easily hidden, but in the dark his eyes seem to glow and his canines have elongated into fangs.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Evil / Merciless / Dangerous / Deceitful / Selfish / Intelligent

��� [ The real me.] ;; The King is a powerful man, and he reflects that power with the iron grip he holds over the kingdom he has just conquered. The king has been known for several things, his ruthlessness being one of the top ones. The man is one almost completely without mercy when it comes to his enemies, denying them any precious mercy. He destroys all who oppose him without regret or mercy, possessing no tolerance for anybody who gets in his way.

It is easy enough to say that Vayne is a strong man, his drive is powered and backed by his iron will. Despite his power he is a man known for his self control. Vayne refrains from violent outbursts or acts of megalomania, keeping a solid head on his shoulders and never getting carried away with what he does. He may be evil, but he is not stupid or insane, he had goals and rules he follows and will do anything to enforce order.

The king's wrath is something to avoid. When Vayne becomes angry his powers flare, his form darkens and his eyes turn black as a wicked smile creeps across his lips. It is when he is angry that he becomes truly fearsome.

The king is powerful, but his most dangerous attribute is his intelligence. The man is no fool, and he is always on top of things, always prepared with another tactic or method to subdue his enemies. He has always been smart enough not to oppress his subjects, to treat them like people on occasion and encourage hatred towards rebels by rewarding proper behavior and making sure all he demands is their obedience, denying rebels of any manpower and suppressing them through fear and making the occasional example.

Vayne does not tolerate insubordination in his soldiers, and anyone who disobeys him is punished with death.

The king is also a skilled actor and manipulator, a master of the false smiles and smooth words when it comes to his allies, whispering lies and deceit into his enemies, demoralizing his foes before crushing them completely. Vayne has a sadistic streak, he loves nothing more than to see his enemies squirm as they are turned against each other, to drink in the despair and horror of his foes before he finally strikes them down with his blade. He loves to corrupt innocence of others, peering at his foe's weaknesses and using them to his advantage.

Vayne might be cruel, sadistic, and generally evil, he can actually be quite pleasant around his allies. He isn't nice or incredibly easy to amuse, but he can be pleased or amused by others like the Dark elf and the werewolf. He was once a good man, and perhaps that pleasantness is something that remains of that long-gone kindness that the queen once cherished.
��� [ The past is history.] ;; The King of Darkness was born prince Vayne, the second in line to the imperial throne after his older sister, who would later be called the Queen of Light. The boy was beautiful just like his sister, and his parents, the current king and queen of the then small kingdom that they ruled loved them both, they were a balance, while their daughter had beautiful light hair, their son had dark hair, just as beautiful, they were the siblings of Light and Darkness.

Vayne grew up happy, with his parents and his sister watching over him and helping him learn and grow. During his youth he showed no signs of any special abilities unlike his older sister, and everyone was relieved, with the prophesy looming over their heads. The prince lived the first ten years of his life happily until his parents died killed by
Vayne never really got over the moment of his parent's death, the rush of power he felt was intoxicating. He spent the next few years helping his sister, who had just become the queen due to their parent's sudden demise. The two relied upon each other, using their strengths to their advantages. Vayne turned out to be am incredibly efficient general, quickly learning from the best of Elzier's army and quickly taking command and pushing the Barbarians away from the land even though he was barely even the age that most young men are when they joined the army. The Prince and queen ruled Elzier and with the Prince's help, the queen was able to expand her kingdom to the size it was before her death.

Vayne knew his mission wasn't over. The lands to the south were still filled with evil beings who desired nothing more than chaos, then called the lands of darkness. Vayne bid his sister good bye and left with a devision of troops, vanishing until he came back years later, having conquered the kingdom to the south, making it his own as it was his birthright. Lassadar had quickly changed since Vayne took over, the rabble and raiders that once roamed the countryside had become organized, the people enslaved by the clans that once ruled there destroyed.

Vayne had almost single-handedly turned Lassadar from a lawless country to a civilized but warlike kingdom, though the Queen would quickly learn that Vayne had changed, his rule was accomplished through an Iron Fist... People were flocking to his kingdom, the only place in the south where crime did not exist, happily trading their freedom for their security and fueling Vayne's quickly growing war machine. In only a few years, a gigantic Citadel was built into the side of a mountain to the far south away from the desert, this fortress would later become the King of Darkness's home.

The queen did not protest with her brother's style of ruling his new kingdom, instead she welcomed him back to her kingdom on his visit with open arms. She sensed that he had changed, her once kind brother had become cold and almost cruel, his stance changing when the queen accepted him into her castle, he wore all black and he did not smile during the whole visit, leaving without saying goodbye. The queen would later hate herself for not seeing this first sign of curruption, and curse herself for her inaction for the years that followed. The desert between the kingdoms of Elzier and Lassadar kept intruders away from the Kingdom of darkness

Over the next years the King became more and more currupt, qiuickly putting down any form of resistance, and in a short matter of time the local species were worshiping him as a god. The Dark Elves, one of the most notable of the species, and elementals had devoted themselves to him completely. The King had quickly become one of the most powerful beings in Marosia. The Queen was horrified by the changes her brother, he had changed so much over the years that had passed, and his hatred and curruption grew with each visit.

Finally, on his last visit he attacked her. Vayne had learned of her amulet and attacked her on his last visit, the two siblings only fought briefly, and once the queen had won, the King of Darkness fled the room, vanishing into the shadows promising revenge. It was then she learned his plan, to gain immortality to rule over the world for eternity. Though she was initially shocked, the queen knew it would only be a matter of time before he returned, and he had been building an army since he left.

Many years passed since then while the knights were growing up and darkness had settled over the south, even north of Lassadar. Reports came from the south that Demons had begun walking the lands to the south, grotesque creatures and monsters also began to run free, forcing more of the free people to the king. The King had become cruel, merciless, his behavior, even his appearance beginning to change as his power grew and grew and grew until the day that Elzier was attacked.

The king attacked without warning or remorse from the southern volcanic region. Elzier's gates were blown open and the forces of the kingdom rushed to defend the city and the castle. When the castle doors were blown open and heavily armored soldiers that would be later known as blackguard stormed through the castle, slaughtering anyone who resisted as the king himself made his way to the throne room. When he arrived the royal guards confronted him. Vayne killed them without pity or mercy, drawing a black sword from his side and cutting through them effortlessly before blowing down the door with a spell.

Now the king has taken over his sister's entire kingdom, and his rule is spreading quickly, threatening the elves of the forests and the merfolk of the east

[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

��� [ I'm used to it] ;; When Vayne starts to get irritated, his teeth show a little, it is a subtle sign, but one his subordinates are quick to pick up on. When Vayne smiles, the message is often not a good one, a kind, gentle smile is a BAD sign. while a more evil smirk is generally positive.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;; Power
His rule
The prospect of becoming a god and achieving true rule over the world.
Ultimate power.

��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;

Dragons- Pesky creatures, individually they pose no threat to him, though as a species they can be.

The Knights
Insubordination
Rebellion
Idiots
Blind followers of "light"


��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;

Vayne has long since killed his ability to fear, he is utterly confident in his victories and has many, many exit strategies reserved for if things go wrong.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Vayne possesses absolute power over darkness. Every shadow, even the smallest one is at his command, and the uses he has found for this power are many and varied. It can be used for attack and defense, blades of shadows striking down foes at range or shields of shadows rising to protect their master. The power has more insidious uses as well, stealing the life from others, dragging foes into the void, impaling others on spiked tentacles that extend from the King's fingers or crushing them with solid constructs. The king can travel through shadows, vanishing and reappearing wherever it is dark enough, he also seems to peer into the soul's darkness, drawing out things he can use against a person caught in his glare.

To supplement his power Vayne is a skilled sorcerer, a user of magic of several kinds, curses, hexes and pacts he can use against his foes. Unlike his powers, using a spell costs a little bit of time for an incantation, but when used they can be deadly.

Vayne is rather strong and skilled even when not drawing on his darkness but when he does, his strength and speed multiply enough for him to be a threat in combat to almost any foe. That and being in the darkness of his eternal eclipse, his power growing by the night he had become unstoppable. The only thing that still pose a threat to him are the knights, but only if they united would they be able to defeat him, and he works to break those bonds with every moment.
��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; The Souldrinker: The evil blade the King wields, appearing as a warped longsword with a wicked obsidian blade, curved in the front and straight in the back, almost like a katana or a scimitar. The blade serves as a focus for Vayne's power, enhancing the cutting power of his blade and allowing him a weapon that won't dispel when exposed to light.

The blade is not all it seems. When Vayne seeks out it's true power he whispers to the blade and a red eye appears on the hilt, followed by the blood red runes appearing over the blade, which then takes on an evil aura the color of blood. This is the Souldrinker's true form, a demon sword which feeds on the souls and life of the living being it kills to amplify it's own power. Enemies that get too close to the sword find their life energy and strength fading rapidly, the happiness sucked out of their bodies every time they parry a blow from the evil weapon. Eventually, the unlucky foe is unable to lift their own weapon, and with a final blow their very soul is consumed by the sword. When Vayne uses the blade his eyes take a red hue and his features become slightly more demonic. His personality also changes, his aggressiveness and bloodlust rising as long as he uses the weapon in it's activated form

Vayne can create weapons out of darkness easily, though these can be dispelled with a light source.
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[ â? о и â?® â? ]​

��� [ This connection is deep.] ;;
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Scream- Avenged Sevenfold
Demonheart- Luca turilli
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; The king is attracted to one of his closest subordinates... who can it be? I am not telling >..>
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; Dark colors, whatever I need .



Sincerely yours,
Piloted By Middie​
 
The Eldest Knight - 1st version

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" Victory always comes with a price. "

â?? Valen Al'yan Fel â??
' The Eldest Knight '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Vali, Windwalker (to enemies) The Dragon Knight or the Champion Knight
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Twenty Six, nearing Twenty seven.
��� [ The start of our existence] ;;, 20, October
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Male, of course.
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Fairly open when it comes to sexuality
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Six feet
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; He believes he is Human, but he isn't really certain, he never knew his mother nor his father, and he exhibits some very inhuman traits, like in his eye color and powers.
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; The side of Light

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Crimson
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Gold/Crimson
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;;

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Valen Fel, the eldest of the four knights in the queen's service is a man renown for his good looks.

Valen is incredibly handsome, with golden hair that flows down from his head in peaceful, gentle waves, past his shoulders and down past his waistline. The hair flows in the wind even when wind isn't present, and is one of Valen's more unnatural features. Valen wears his hair loose on occasion, but most often gathers all of it that hangs down freely and gathers it into a single carefree ponytail. Valen's eyes are a beautiful shade of gold, almost molten in color the eyes show the intensity of the Paladin's gaze and the power of his wrath. Valen sports a handsome face, with well defined facial feature features and a kind, caring expression usually on them Valen is a man many women have fallen for.

Valen grew up in the harsh northern climes being raised by the Kavir monks that live in the north mountains, the training he did up there shaped his body and mind in what he is today. Valen sports a strong and lithe physique, muscled lightly and highly athletic, sculpted by years of training and running, also built around his preferred style of combat, pure speed. Valen's form is tall and well sculpted, stand ing at six feet tall, he isn't a giant, nor is he particularly short.

When Valen served under the queen he wore armor that fit his standards as a knight, made from Mythril and other rare metals the armor is incredibly sturdy and at the same time far lighter than any other armor that could be made. Valen's armor is light, and fits well against his frame, making it very easy to hide under civilian clothing if he wears it in several pieces instead of a full set and actually makes him very formidable when fully dressed in it. Since he and the other knights have gone into hiding Valen has taken up a very modest outfit, consisting of a simple robe that is wound a little more tightly to his body, a gray and black coloration, with green mixed in The robes were a gift from the monks of his homeland, he is thankful to have them.

Lately Valen's appearance has seemingly gotten sickly, his skin has been set upon with a pallor and his cheeks have become more gaunt. The sickness that has overtaken him has subtle symptoms, otherwise Valen seems healthy, but maybe lacking sleep.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Intelligent / Brave / Modest / Reserved / Loyal / Chivalrous

My element reflects my attitude. The air is serene and stable, gentle at times, yet at other times fierce and strong. I keep a stable head at all times, as conjuring my powers takes much concentration, as do striking out at my targets. I need to act as a stabilizing element amongst my companions, who can be anything but stable.

I tend to keep to myself, there are something I just canâ??t let out, I hold my emotions to myself and I am not incredibly outspoken unless something needs to be said. I often make decisions for our group, but I ask them for their opinions before doing so, a leader needs to know these things before he performs these actions.

I do smile and laugh, but I do not have much of a sense of humor, I don't take jokes all too well, though the younger and female knights are both good at making me laugh. I like to be happy of course, but recently it has been just hard.

Finally, my loyalty to my friends is my best quality; I would do anything for my friends, even in my plans, I am careful to take risks, I will happily give my life to ensure their safety.

��� [ The real me.] ;;
��� [ The past is history.] ;;


Valen Fael, the Champion Knight, never knew his real parents, he was abandoned as a baby, perhaps for his strange appearance, or perhaps because it was destiny. In the cold north in a village that rested at the foot of the Icy mountains, The village elder found the freezing toddler on his doorstep, wrapped tightly in a bundle. The elderly man had never had a child, being a monk who had retired to the village decades before. The boy had strange features, golden eyes and golden hair, traits that he never really learned why he had in the first place. The elder took the boy in and raised him as his own son from that very day.

Life in the village was comfortable, though Valen preferred to spend most of his time in the Monastery grounds that rested above the village, he was unhappy in the village, a black sheep amongst white lambs, the only member of the community possessing golden hair, and truly the only member that possessed such strange eyes. The villagers often whispered behind his back and called him cruel names such as "Snake eyes". It wasn't suprising that Valen found peace amongst the monks, who embraced him despite his differences, treating him with kindness whenever he toddled through the snow to reach their monastery, which he would often visit for weeks, practicing the art of the spear with the monk's younglings. Valen's life changed when he was a tender six years old, the bandits that had been watching the region for a while took action while the monks were performing their rituals of prayer to the great Silver Dragons. The raiders crushed any pathetic attempt at resistance, burning the village as they looted and plundered. Valen's father was the last to fall, mortally wounded by the bandit leader's blade as their home burnt around them. Valen charged the man with his training spear, little more than a stick with a sharp rock on the end, the bandit easily knocked the boy across the room and with a dagger slowly made a deep cut across his chest that Valen still bears today.

That was when Valen lost control, everything went black as the and the house collapsed around them.

When Valen came to, he was buried in the rubble of his home, covered in blood that was not his, the bandit leader was dead, torn to shreds as if he was attacked by a beast. Valen's father was on top of him, dead, having used his last breath to shield his little one from debris. Valen's screams alerted nearby monks, who dug him out of the rubble. The entire village had been flattened, crushed by an awesome force which buried everything, and the leader of the bandits had been brutally killed by something, his throat torn out and his body shredded in a way that almost looked like he had been murdered by some wild animal. It took a couple years to get the boy to speak again, and the scars he received that night still remain, with Valen losing control of himself and his powers if he is restrained to trapped. When Valen's mind returned to him, he begged to be trained in the ways of the Spear, and the monks gave him his wish, accepting him into their numbers. Valen trained with the Monks for most of his life after that, training in the use of the spear and blade, learning how to fulfill his duty as a Monk, learning how to tame, and ride drakes, and how to slay dragons if need be. Valen built his own spear, constructing on a base level of near unbreakable Dragon's bone, and the head out of a black, incredibly hard material that fell from the sky in a ball of fire. Valen used his newfound and newly trained gift over the wind to shape the shaft and blade

Valen didn't leave the monastery until he was sixteen, striking out on an errand when he came upon a group of bandits at the foot of the mountains, they were attacking a caravan, raping and killing with abandon, a sight which drove righteous fury into the male's chest. Valen descended upon the bandits, effortlessly slaying them all with his spear. One of the nobles that Valen rescued that day took a liking to the young man who had just slain people easily twice his age. The noble was a member of the Queen's court, and took Valen to introduce him to the queen to be knighted for his brave and valiant act. Upon meeting the queen Valen was shy and a little frightened, though he was astonished by her purity, and upon being in the presence of the one truly pure soul he had met in his life. Valen knelt and swore his life to the queen, a decision that he never came to regret.

During his service to the queen Valen did many wonderful things, aging into a beautiful young man, then into a handsome adult. The other knights joined shortly after, and those knights became his third family. Valen trained and thought the knights as much as he could, having been raised in a society where every man is a brother, and every woman a sister, he treated them like family the moment he met them.

The night the queen was murdered, Valen received a deep cut into his back from the man who he had previously called his best friend, taken out of the fight so the assassination could continue, that was when the pain began, a deep pain seeming to come from. Valen wept the night after away from his allies, unable to let them see him in tears. The queen was dead, and her death rested on his shoulders.



[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

��� [ I'm used to it] ;; Whenever my emotions flare, it gets windy, I need to keep them under control at all times, unless I want to demolish everything around me. The fury of the wind is unmatched, so I must control my own fury or face the consequences.

Lately, I have taken to smoking, it helps me relax, though I know it destroys me on the inside, It isnâ??t an uncommon sight to see me pull out my pipe after a fight or when I am stressed. I donâ??t want to know what the others feel, so far only the youngest has spoken up about this, worrying about my health when I do so.

��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
Dragons: Valen has a very special relationship with Dragonkind, He is very fond of dragons, respecting their might and enjoying spending time amongst their numbers. Dragons have always been very kind to him, though he is not sure why. Valen possesses a Drake, or a nonsentient Dragon known as "Highwind" that he uses as a steed.
The other 2 knights
Open areas
Freedom
The Queen
Sweets
Natural beauty

��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
The King of darkness.
Enemies of the Kingdom of Light


��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
Enclosed spaces- Valen suffers from extremely severe claustrophobia, having spent hours trapped in the rubble of a fallen building and under the corpse of his adopted father. The events scarred him for life, and any time he is stuck in an enclosed area or physically restrained he loses control, fortunately this is a weakness that is best left unexploited, as making Valen lose control means facing hurricane winds capable of literally ripping humans apart.
That his illness will consume him before he is able to avenge the queen.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;;
I am a master of the air, able to control the flow and power of the wind itself. Many underestimate the power of the air element, but that is usually the last mistake they make... The element of air is balanced and flexible; it has methods for attack, and for defense. Wind makes my movements easier and allows me to soar through the air if I need to. To defend myself I prefer to evade my foe's attacks than deflect them. My element is also everywhere, meaning it is nearly impossible to deny me of my power short of suffocating me.

My favorite use of this power is to imbue myself with the element, making me fast as the wind. I can easily evade attacks and strike many times with the speed and agility I gain through the infusion. This ability has granted me the title "Windwalker". This ability allows me to quickly and easily dispatch a number of foes without any possibility of harming innocents, something I have sworn never to do. A second use of this power is to imbue my spear with the power of wind, making it sharper than any blacksmith could hope to achieve.

The power of Air also has more destructive uses. I can summon storms cyclones to my whim, Gale force winds ripping apart my enemies, literally tearing them asunder with the speed of the winds and the debris, I can create blasts of air by focusing it to a point and releasing it, I can even suck the air around me or a target, creating a space with no air at all, my most dangerous ability however, is my ability to create blades of wind that rend my enemies to pieces, nearly invisible and as fast as winds, I will use these as a last resort or to finish a huge number of foes as quickly as possible. I come up with more uses at times for this... but the strain... the strain is too great to use it continuously.

��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;;

Valen's primary weapon is his spear, a simply exquisite weapon forged of Dragonbone, silver, and a wide, tall spearhead forged from a material that fell from the sky. Valen's spearmanship is unrivaled in all the world, even amongst his fellow monks back at the Monastery of Ice, he has become fabled and legendary as the Champion Knight, using his spear to defend the queen from any threat he believed she faced. Valen's technique with his spear utilized his powers well, moving faster than the eye can see and striking with uncanny precision, using sweeping attacks with the blade or strikes with the blunt edge of the weapon. Valen's spear is nearly indestructible, and the spearhead never dulls and can punch through thick armor with incredible ease, a couple of the finer traits of the metal that it is made from.

As a backup in case there is a time where Valen cannot use his spear in combat, such as in extreme close quarters he possesses a pair of slim scimitars named Sol and Luna. both blades are small enough to be considered off-hand weapons, meaning Valen can wiled them quickly and accurately, even holding Luna in one hand and his spear in the other.

[ â? о и â?® â? ]​

��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; Valen is close to the other knights... Acting like an elder brother for them. He once shared a friendly rivalry with the Cardinal Knight, sharing the Queen's affection with him and treated him as a brother.
He despises the traitor and the King for murdering the only woman he has felt feelings for.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Nightwish - Dark Chest of wonders, Ghost love score, Planet Hell, Nemo
Dragonforce- Through the fire and the flames
Luca turilli - Throne of Ice, Where heroes lie (Battle anthem), Prince of the Starlight (General theme)
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Since the queen died Valen has felt a strange pain in his chest, that of an illness gnawing away at his soul. Valen hasn't told the other knights, but at times when they aren't looking he may clutch his chest in pain. He bears whatever wound he has silently, avoiding frightening the others, but he fears it may claim his life.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; .


Sincerely yours,
~ MIDDIE ~​
 
The Drunken Necromancer

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" Freedom Means Choosing Your Burden. "

â?? Naolin Neitâ??Alize â??
' The Drunken Necromancer '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Nao (to his friends); Neit (to his opponents); The Drunk (to others); Lady Lin (o_O)
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Twenty-Five
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; 13th of June
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Male� no, female� wait, wut?!
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Anyone that catches his (�?) eyes.
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Five feet eight inches
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Human in form, a Pure Necromancer.
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Good or evil, where is the line drawn? (Neutral)

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Silver-blue
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Sun-kissed blonde
â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; With silver-blue eyes and sun-kissed hair, Naoâ??s features are that of a â??fairâ?? male. His smooth, milky skin has no appearance of being hairy or blemished by any markings from birth or battle. However, there is one visible marking, aside from battle and birth, on his body is the medium size tattoo he received on a mysterious night when he was much younger and less experienced. He may or may not have been drunk, but what he did know for sure was that on that night, he was marked with that tattoo by another male that must have thirsted for his power. The marking was a way to control him, but because he is guarded by powerful spirits, the flame of this foreign power is doused; leaving the flame that surrounded the tattoo to be black instead of red and â??inactiveâ??.

To this day, the magic bind that it entailed kept him at a distance from other people. He plays it off as teasing and mischievous, but without his gloves, his hands will bring pain to all others he touches; acidly burning the flesh he touches and if left long enough, decaying the being until death. Because he does not want to draw attention to this strange curse, he wears gloves at all times and spends his travels searching for the one whoâ??s magic signature the marking matched.

Coming from a noble family, Nao dresses in beige slacks and jacket, with a white dress shirt and black boots. He has a thin brown, leather strip he received from his first lover that he wears around his neck at all times; enchanted with her spirit after her death to guard him from being captured by the one who marked him.

Although he is well groomed and can look dashing when he tries, Nao spends almost all his time at a bar getting drunk, causing his image to be unkempt. His hair is never kept tidy and his clothes are always rumpled. What remains the same with or without alcohol are his eyes; vibrant and sparkling as if he had a very funny secret, and yet his charming smile that stretches his lips never seem to reach his eyes.

Orâ?¦

Is this truly â??Lady Linâ??, the soft and delicate looking female? If so, Lin is dressed in a simple, yet formal gown, matching that of a Victorian era style. Two ribbons tie up her flowing blonde hair, with deeper blue eyes that seem wide with innocence. There is still something that covers her slender neck, thought this object includes matching laces to that of her dress. With a sun-hat made of white silk to match part of her dress, she adorns cute white heels and sometimes short white loves, to complete her proper image.

Some necromancers are known for their illusionsâ?¦ perhaps they spend more of their life in illusionsâ?¦ so, just which one is the true form?

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Spiritual / Perverted / Intelligent / Clever / Witty / Resourceful

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The real me.] ;; Often referred to in the masculine pronoun, as the world mainly sees this Necromancer as a male. Though he should be easily distracted in his drunken state, in strange moments, one could obtain his utmost attention. Nao never knows when to â??read the atmosphereâ?? and can sometimes be found ruining a depressing, dramatic or romantic moment through his drunken slurs and acts.

He lives without worry and care, never wanting to get involved in the war but knows that eventually there will be two paths for him. He would either choose a side or be forced into one; it all depends on who this person that marked him is. Thus, even though he appears aimless and â??stupidâ??, he is always on the watch, retaining everything he hears as a memory and using it to his knowledge and need. Nao plans for the assassination of the offender to free himself, but he also fears this freedom. Once he had his own freedom to choose, he knew that he would eventually be cornered into choosing which side he would fight for.

The Necromancer is a pure breed, meaning that his attachment is to all spirits, even the ones he does not summon to aid him. He feels their pain emotionally, sometimes physically. Nao sometimes appear a bit schizophrenic and bipolar, though no regrets seem to appear. His words are all half truths and half lies, so one never knows what is really going on in his mind. When they ask him why he continues to drink daily, he tells them: â??The voices never stopâ?¦would you like to join them?â?

Then there is â??Lady Linâ??. Direct similarities of personality traits are the loving charm and attractive face, which people often mistake Nao/Lin as a fallen Heian, allowing them to talk people to consent to many things. In opposite to the male counterpart, Lady Lin is proper and refined. She sips at her drink, with bright eyes that are far too innocent for someone who is living during the war. Her words are truths, but are they twisted? A trimmed and sophisticated woman for the times, who appear much too weak to be traveling alone. Perhaps many have offered to escort her, but no one ever hears anyone speak stories of those whom have attempted.

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The past is history.] ;; Because he grew up in a noble family, Nao was taught in many subjects, giving him an array of knowledgeâ??despite him never showing it since heâ??s always drunk. He proved to be a high ranked Necromancer when he was able to wield pure magic and summon strong spirits at the age of five. His life was fairly dull growing up, with no friends to call his own in the typical â??rich and nobleâ?? family cliché, but a loving mother and father.

At thirteen, he met the Dragon, Andusk. She was a guardian Dragon of the great North that was traveling the land to gather information for her leader, the Wise Dragon. For a year, they spent being around each other as friends, until his fourteenth birthday, when she decided to stay with him instead of return home. They were not lovers in the physical sense at such young ages, but they did share a deep emotional bond.

When Nao turned eighteen, his friends took him out for some drinks to celebrate and he was to return that night to her to share his coming of age. However, this was the night that he was marked with a mysterious seal. Andusk became the first victim of his curse, but with her death, she tore a fine strip of her flesh from her Dragonâ??s form, wrapping it around his neck and sealing her spirit there. She was a guardian by nature, and she would guard her love in the afterlife.

Butâ?¦ did she know of Lady Lin?

[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ I'm used to it] ;; Tilts his head often when heâ??s confused, raises his eyebrow when heâ??s skeptical or questioning, rolls his eyes when drunk, gets drunk when heâ??s happy/sad/mad and any emotions in between, rubs his neck when the tattoo is mentioned, and has a strange fixation on lollipops.

She plays with the strands of her bangs, makes a cute pout when confused, presses her lips together when upset, and has a wrinkle upon her nose when mad. Like a child, she stomps her right foot with determination when trying to make a point, while placing her hands upon her hip.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
  • * Drinks of the variety
    * Singing random songs that no one understands
    * â??Socializingâ? with others
    # Poems
    # Romantic symbolism
    # Tea[/list:u]
    ��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
    • * When someone attempts to remove his gloves
      * When the spirits he summon are not from/of the correct element/purpose (because heâ??s drunk)
      # Perverts
      # Open Anger in brute fashion[/list:u]
      ��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
      • * Getting too close to people emotionally
        # Dirty things getting on her shoes[/list:u]

        [ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Pure Necromancies are a blending of many types of powers: deadly damage combined with powerful healing. These magical abilities allow him to hit hard and fast, and heal quickly. Through summoning multiple spirits at once, he can attack multiple enemies and heal at the same time. A draw back of summoning spirits to serve him is that he would have to lend them a part of his own power, weakening that strength. At the same time, a Necromancyâ??s power is also his being, so in essence, he is lending a part of himself into another soul. That part has a chance of coming back to him altered beyond his own recognition; altering a small fraction of his own personality towards that of the spirits. With these types of results, Nao knows he is not only part of an elite group of powerful beings, but he is also part of a self-destructive power. Without another to keep him sound, each time he flickers in and out of a personality alters him to the point of insanity. But because he fears to be close to another person emotionally, he knows to use his more deadly powers wisely.

        His favorite spells are â??Sleepâ?? (a strong power of persuasion that forces enemies to stop attacking for a brief moment), â??corrodeâ?? (a powerful, destructive spell that calls forth the hands of the dead and reaches towards the enemies to scrapes along their being and attempts to drag them into the depth of the earth), and â??PsiChiâ?? (a spell that drains the magical energy from an enemy to restore his own). However, Nao prefers to stay on the defensive strategies rather than offense, so he uses â??illusionâ?? (making things disappear or appear as things they are not).

        â??Shadowâ?? was his most frequent summon that takes on various forms of any being. Though â??Shadowâ?? is not powerful (it is a deceptive summon), this being appeared to be always around somewhere, following Nao like it was his friend and guardian. Over time, â??Shadowâ?? grew stronger and the piece of Nao that it took each time began to prominently become a â??personalityâ?? on its own. It because a reason why Nao rarely called it back into him and allowed â??Shadowâ?? to roam as if it was a person; a person that shape-shifted into others and animals at will.

        Aside from his magic and spirit/summoning abilities, he is very flexible and agile, giving him mobility in battle with almost any weapon. Because of his destructive magic, he has taught himself the art of hand-to-hand combat. His body is a weapon on its own and though he appears drunk most of the, it still remembers the moves of self defense. Nao rarely attacks (aside from the playful/drunken pranks and protecting others) and is always on the defense.


        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; He appears to never have any weapons on him and uses the objects in his surrounding. Got a table leg? Itâ??ll make due for his beating stick. However, he is sometimes seen with a deck of cards, while Lady Lin has been seen with a rose. The rose appears to be either from someone special or can form into a magical sword, while Nao uses the cards as a medium to summon spirits or his magic. Sometimes, Lady Lin may or may not spear out a card of her own. Primarily, the cards appear to be categorized as:
        • Red = Light Magic
          Black = Dark Magic
          Face Cards = Summon Powerful Elemental Spirits
          Number Cards = Summons Mediocre Elemental Spirits
          Aces = Healers (Strength of healers goes from Hearts>Spades>Diamonds>Clovers)[/list:u]

          [ â? о и â?® â? ]​

          â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ This connection is deep.] ;; Nao has no deep connections aside from â??Shadowâ?? and the spirits. He has run into both sides of dark and light and has yet to find a settled position. Who is friend and who is foe has yet to be determined for him. Lady Lin favors the Dragons, whether or not it could be because of Andusk, but she expresses no desire to join the war. Her connection seems to be with no one in particular, seemingly because she mysteriously shows up in and out of life. Both have very few people whom they interact with on a constant basis, but there had been the Warlock. Nao and Lin have both befriended the Warlock on separate occasions, but they have not revealed their true identity to him.
          ��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Curiosity killed the cat. Satisfaction might bring him back.
          â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; He keeps a watchful eye on the Dark Army. Though it wasnâ??t the side of darkness he feared, he was a wanderer and loathed the idea of being forced into one side. Nao finds the Female Knight somewhat interesting, though Lady Lin would give a fancy blush for the Eldest Knight. On the flip side, Nao gazes upon the Amiable Siren, while Lady Lin admires the King of Darkness. He fears the fact that he does not know what power is held over him through the marking.

          His name derived from different regions, Naolin meaning the God of the Sun, Neit meaning the God of War, and Alize meaning one who charms. If drunk enough, he would joke about his name as â??The Charming God of the Sunny War.â?

          Essentially, â??Naoâ?? and â??Linâ?? are the same person. Nao is undeniably male in every aspect, while Lin is female; nothing gives away the fact that there is another form. The change is voluntary, though the mind is still the same one person. The persona, however, shifts into slightly different habits, likes, and dislikes. His parents had always thought that this was the magical version of a hermaphrodite. Only the parents know which is the disguise and which is the real â??Naolinâ??.
          ��� [ Show them proudly] ;; (>^.(>^.(>^.(>o_O)> *emot-rape? D8*



          Sincerely yours,
          HKitten.​
 
The Youngest Knight

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" Giving and Accepting Redemption can Save us All. "

â?? Brand de Zeus â??
' The Youngest Knight '

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Beneath the title.] ;; Name translates into â??the Sword of Zeus (thunder god)â?; many simply calls him â??Zâ?; Lord Brand (formally).
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Twenty One years-old
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; February 14th
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Male
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Male or female, he believes love and loyalty is above all else.
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Six feet, one inch
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Half Necromancer, Half Elf.
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Where the light shines justice; Good

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Caramelized amber
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Vibrant gold
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; The Youngest Knight has been mistaken by many that he is younger than his true age, which sometimes causes them to underestimate him in many battles. Z knows that it is better not to get mad though, and instead, he uses that to his advantage to strike down his foe. With fair skin and a childish feature, he had even been dressed up as a child for a mid-autumn festival once; a joke courtesy of the other knights in their happier days. He had been so small when he first joined that it was passable.

When in battle, he used to wear armor of the traditional knight in Elzier. However, as time wore on, he slowly drifted towards shedding his heavy armor so that he had more agility, since his magic needed speed. Grabbed in only clothing items, he wears a simple tunic that has had the sleeves torn off, with neckline that used to be part of a cloak. Black breeches finished off with brown sandals completed his outfit, as he had learned early on that it was easier to swiftly move with less heavy materials. His favorite armor had always been the style that he had worn when he first joined the knights at age 15.

Each item was thick enough to keep him warm, but thin enough so that when the wind picked up around him and sparked with lightning magic. After the betrayal and the Queenâ??s death, his smile wears thin, but he tries to keep a bright view on things. However, whenever he faces an enemy, his eyes harden and there is no mercy for those who cross him and those he cares for. Sometimes, itâ??s hard to tell when on the battlefield, that he is the same, kind and gentle male.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Considerate / Kind / Optimistic / Attentive / Loyal / Daring

��� [ The real me.] ;; Instead of speaking his mind, Z is often found to just press his lips together and remain silent. He is more of the observing type than asserting himself, which was quite different from those around him. Back then, he had always been smiling, but in the recent times, the gleeful smiles had become short in supply. Not many could be happy during these times though, and he strives to stay positive for his comrades. For the most part, he is very optimistic, but he has also taken a bit of pessimistic turn and mixes it in as well.

The blonde tries to be as attentive as he can be, and is kind to all those around him. Towards the two knights, he is especially as loyal as he can try. Being kind and considerate are two different things for some people, but for Z, he mixes them both and tries to be polite and thinks about what would be best for others, while benefitting the group as well. There is nothing he wouldnâ??t do for his companions though, yet there has always been lingering feelings. Anything that bothers him is kept within, so no one, not even the Eldest or Female knight, knew what he sometimes felt.

On the other hand, Z sometimes had a daring streak flare up. It was bound to be part of his personality though, as his elemental power was lightning/thunder. The unbound, reckless and ferocious power was reflected upon his persona at times when being kind was the last thing on his mind. If anyone were to threaten his closest companions, then they would feel the wrath of the sky upon them, and the godsâ?? wrath was anything but kind. In retrospect, while he was perhaps the most offensive power based knight upon them, he only focuses on defensive and outside of battle, one could never tell he was so vicious.

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The past is history.] ;; Growing up in the farmlands in the outskirts of Elzier, Z had only known of his mother and father for most of his childhood. They sold things to others that passed by, but mainly, they were self sustaining. Not having much education, he was looked down upon from others when he had rejoined the â??societyâ??, but that was nothing that bothered him. Brand had spent most of his time helping out his parents, while listening to stories of strange things and travels.

His mother was an Elvin woman, with beautiful white hair that just bleached against her vivid, green eyes. As for his father, he had been a necromancer. The two adults were forced to scatter outwards to the outskirts to find good land, and Z grew up as a farming boy.

By the time that he grew up, the parents mentioned about regret and for him to find his older brother. It was then that he headed towards the Elzierian kingdom and trained hard to become part of the knights. At first, it was because he figured it would lure his brother towards him. When he learned of the path of light though, it was like a calling that drew him into understanding what he could do to make a better place for others to live in.

Brand was the youngest knight to have ever joined in the rankings of such high honor, his initiation just days after his 15th birthday. At that age, he had yet to hit puberty, and was considered scrawny and shortâ??just touching four feet five inches in height. But that did not deteriorate him, and with determination and support from his fellow knights, he was able to grow into a strong warrior. Because of his rapid growth from 4â??5â??â?? to 6â??1â??â??, Brand was sometimes clumsy and awkward in movement, as he still had to get used to the height difference. Quickly, he became attached to the already three knights there, filling the gap of the four corners of the world. It was there that he learned of what later became his greatest secret.

Before anything was resolved though, the Queen had been murdered, and the world had been upturned by the King of Darkness. Z stuck close to the other two knights, so that they would be able to take down the King of Darkness together. Whether or not he could be of aid, was something he doubted. Kind and attentive, they place Zâ??s effort in trying to get the Treacherous knight back into the light as something too optimistic for the darkened knight. When asked, he just brushes off their question of why he does it, and replies that everyone deserved a second chance, if they would just take it. The blonde firmly believed that as knights, and the former members that were like family to Annie, they needed to be the ones to open back their arms for the knight that had been led astray.

[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ I'm used to it] ;; Constantly underestimates his own strength, Z sometimes uses a bit too much effort in his magic and ends up frying something. He loves to cook, so the youngest knight cooks for the group while theyâ??re out traveling. Sadly, each meal is like an experiment and might not come out well, so his traveling companions are always leery of what might be for dinner. His habits extend beyond cooking with some flare though, as he always squeals like a little girl when a worm is near, and presses his lips together; a sign that he was thinking or had something to say, but kept it in.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
  • * The other Knights
    * Peaceful weather
    * The taste of something sour[/list:u]
    ��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
    • * Evil (King of Darkness)
      * Traitors
      * Lies[/list:u]
      ��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
      • * The Treacherous Knight
        * Worms[/list:u]

        [ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Feel my wrath.] ;; If facing a foe, he would draw up more strength and form a sword made of pure thunder and light. Metal and water are his best conductors, but he doesnâ??t always need them. His power is destructive and best for offensive, yet sometimes, one would see him using it more in a defensive way, such as creating shields. Based on elements of nature, he is weakest towards earth based, but strongest against wind and mainly, water.

        Because of his necromancer background, Brand has inherited a few abilities of the race to summon spirits. Once, during the first few weeks of knighthood, he summoned a zombie from the grave. No one knows what happened that day, but for weeks afterwards, Z had been found crying in the Queenâ??s arms and avoiding darkened areas or graves. He claims that he never touched necromancy again because it drains too much strength that he could pass outâ??which is trueâ??but others suspect he is afraid of zombiesâ??which is not-so-secretly true.

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; Z carries a slim sword that mirrors the sword of the legend, King Arthurâ??s Excalibur. The strong blade is not what is dangerous though, as it is the power that he surrounds it with. Pure lightning ripple from his form and joins one with the sword, making it destructive and even if he missed, the sparks that flew from it was dangerous. Whenever he is parted with his sword, the blonde sometimes forms just fist sized balls of thunder, calling upon the heavens for the power. He does not have the power of the godsâ??, nor is his strong as them, but the thunder/lightning he possesses and draws from above is said to potentially power cities and lands in a future fabricated in tales.

        [ â? о и â?® â? ]​

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ This connection is deep.] ;; Since he was younger, Z had always been close to nature and his surroundings. When he got older, he found the motivation to become a knight, in which he bonded well with those around him. The Queen had been a gentle figure, while the other knights were like his family. Spending most of the years of his guarding post in the North, he had grown fond of the chilled weather and the Dragon Queen. With her, she treated him like a young nephew, lavishing him with a comfortable lifestyle and gifts; something he suspected she thought a â??kidâ?? might want, as he had been sent to her lands when he was around 16 years-old.

        There had been few friends he kept close during the time of peace, one of which is the Naturalist; perhaps his closest outside of the Knights. Another companion is the Mystical Elf, whom they had met at the beginning of their journey. Heâ??s so wrapped up in his world sometimes, he forgets about finding a relationship. But rather than turning a blind eye upon the subject, he openly speaks of desiring the feeling of love that would turn his senses stupid.
        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Your sound of death.] ;; â??I know not what the worldâ??s harm can do upon me, but I know that the memories ease the pain inside.â?
        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; While he doesnâ??t share much verbally, those around him usually is able to figure out where heâ??s heading in any direction. However, his greatest secret is hidden deep within that no one knows, but his dead parents. Z fears that one day, heâ??ll have to challenge and take down his own brother. While the Eldest Knight appears to be the one to do this, Z doubts himself of being able to not attempt to prevent this. Being from a prophetic Elf, he has visions; sometimes of past, sometimes of future. The past brings bittersweet memories of what could have been, and the future scares him, with the many possibilities.
        ��� [ Show them proudly] ;; �����.



        Sincerely yours,
        HKitten.​
 
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"Get out of my way or Die. "

â?? Altima Alusair â??
' The Female Knight '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Masako, Tima, Ally (she uses them all as false names)
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; 23
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; February 1, XXXX
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Female
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Bi
��� [ How high is high.] ;; 6'1"
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Human
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Light

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Aqua Blue
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; "Sunny" Blonde
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; Altima is a standard, human female as such; she's an astoundingly beautiful woman and stands taller than a fair number of men. She has an athletic build to go along with it and possesses toned muscles from prolonged exercise in both endurance running and generalized strength training. Her face is finely featured with high cheekbones with sinfully long eyelashes and full lips. Her hair is center parted adn drapes down to below her cheeks in terms of her bangs while the length in back is hip length and pulled back into a thick braid starting about the mid-back point.

Her armor is made by the best possible blacksmiths and is enchanted to be remarkably lighter weight then it should be by human standards, but it overall weights enough to build toned musculature from wearing it regularly. Her armor is a shaped chestplate with a chainshirt undernearth worn over the rear-tailed surcoat and unflattering brown leather pants (As shown in the picture). Altima's most noticeable feature though isn't displayed through her armor and is only hinted at in how she casually dresses; she actually has fairly large breasts that she holds down with binding, the chainmail and the chestplate of the armor that's been shaped to help fit without discomfort.

Her skintone is golden tan, Mediterranean in nature and bears some tribal style tattooing around her biceps which have a likeness of interlacing rose vines. The tattoo isn't special in anyway and is just an expression of her own nature; beautiful to watch but one has to be careful how they handle her. She also walks in a very suggestive manner, with a kind of challenging strut; she seems to be unaware of this or is "forgetting" about it. The fact is that she enjoys the attention it gets and subsequently the rejection she can hand out if anyone reacts to it in a way she doesn't particularly find attractive.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Valiant / Temperamental / Protective / Witty / Persistent / Aggressive

��� [ The real me.] ;; She's confident, quick-witted, bitchy and aggressive. She doesn't like to talk too much but she's quite protective of the other knights, especially after the bad things that've happened. She seems like she's quick to fight and always fights until the last enemy falls. But Altima won't pursue an enemy if an ally is down and injured; she'll let them get away in favor of seeing to the health of the ally in question. Altima cherishes the memories of home and the love she always got while there, even if it was sometimes rough and tenuous with her siblings; as a result of natural sibling rivalries. She misses the smells of home and often gets nostalgic when she thinks about it or smells something like fresh bread rising.

When confronted in combat, Altima is tenacious and powerful but sometimes recklessly over confident in her own abilities but she does have a good grasp of how good other people are. She's not arrogant about her own skills since her duty is to protect others; inf act she only has a basic awareness of how strong she actually is and isn't capable of feeling a big swell of egotisim over something like that. She acts like she's really tough, even in casual conversation and always seems guarded when it comes to her private life or what sh elikes to do. But in the end she's actually very sweet even though she tries hard to hide it, there are some things that just make her go girly and gushy.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; Originally Altima was born between a comparitively low ranking, but physically powerful Knight and a well-respected Queen. She grew up in the lap of luxury one might say, pampered as a princess of a small, neutral country; but she had no interest in directly ruling after her mother. Choosing instead to leave the job to an elder sister that was a more qualified, she had been something of a tomboy; sneaking out to practice with the sword after learning the rules of gentry from formal tutors; she went to her father for aid.

By that time; she was physically more powerful than most of her kin and decided to completely renounce her claim to the throne to pursue a life of acting as it's guardian instead. Though by people that know this little secret; she's still referred to as their Steel Princess. She enjoys hearing it but so far hasnt' mentioned it to anyone around her currently.

Altima is in fact younger only to the eldest Knight by a single year. She was originally sent to the world to perform her duty as a Knight and keep watch over the people in the Southern reaches of the country. After several years of service she was summoned to Marosia to serve Kali directly instead of at an outpost along the border of a scrub-brush desert. When she met the Queen of Light, she sensed that the woman was not truly a warrior but she liked her personality and was pleased to have the opportunity.

But when the traitorous knight betrayed and murdered the queen, Altima was there and witnessed the betrayal, but before she couldn't get her revenge because the other knights and herself had to flee. She burned inside with an inner fury to wreck vengeance upon whomever had set them up and almost went after the king herslf but realized that the others needed her and each other to hold themselves together. Ally consistently attempted to keep their spirits up, giving them encouragement that the Queen didn't want them to wallow in their own despair and if they did then the true murders would truly have won and she personally wouldnt' allow that.

[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

��� [ I'm used to it] ;; She sings when she's bored, though in battle she tends to make cutting remarks or pretends that she isnt' taking it seriously as a ploy to frustrate enemies and try to lure them into attacking recklessly to leave themselves open. She also either completely ignores attempts at flirtation or returns with sarcastic or caustic remarks to people she doesn't like based on her initial impression of them.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;

Oranges
Chocolate, Dark
Puppies
The Knights

��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;

The Dark King (She doesn't actually hate the other side, she respects their willingness to follow that they seem to think is right)
Liars
Smokers
Alcoholics (she views them as rude)

��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;

She claims that she fears nothing. This may or may not be true.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Altima's abilities will be divided up to describe what she can do and how their different. Power list: Fire Mastery, Martial Prowess, Heightened Battle Awareness

Powers (Spells)

Blazing Regeneration (Fire damage heals her instead of injuring her for up to 1 hour with a lag time between uses)
Heat Shield (Creates a mirage-like barrier of heat between the recipient and incoming attacks, it can block up to 3 attacks before fading out but does nothing else)
Flame Strike (Raising her Sword, she calls upon the power of fire and slashes at an enemy, slinging a flame blade toward them over a medium distance.)

Powers (Enhanced - gained later through RP)

Divine Shield (It forms a much stronger shield of superheated and compressed heat energy to protect the target and when struck it releases white lasers in a counterattack. It can take and counter up to 6 weak attacks, 4 strong attacks or one extremely stong attack)
Holy Flame Blaze: (This one involves her calling down white flame from the sky that rains upon an area right in front of her in a 4 meter by 3 meter area. One strong fireball fires down and explodes in that specific area for damage)

Special Techniques: Physical-based

Quick Sword (5 Lightning fast sword slashes that're untrackable by a human eye. This can also be used as a defensive measure)
Ripple Blade (She vibrates her dominant arm by surging her own natural energy through it can uses it make attacks. But it's tiring to do and has a cool down time, attacks in this mode are harder to block as the blade seems to snake around the defenses of an enemy. *optical illusion*)

��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; Bastard Scimitar (A bastard sword size and weight drop-point scimitar.) Shortbow

[ â? о и â?® â? ]​

��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; She openly holds a deep admiration and respect for Kali, and has a kind of a casual relationship with the other knights, and while it's thought that she has a romantic attraction to the eldest knight: she is silent on this. (So nobody quite knows for sure, she likes to tease him to try adn get him out of his seeming funk periods; sometimes in a sexually provocative manner.) She treats the Youngest knight like a little brother in a way. Altima attempts to be friendly with the Elf but is unsure of how the other views her. Altima blatantly wants to crucify the Dark King however or at the very least stick his head on a pole somewhere adn leave the rest of him to the vultures. She dislikes the Traitorous Knight, thinking him to be lower than the scum in the chamberpot; and has no problem telling him so.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; [Takayama Minami - Shippu], [Riyu Kosaka - Baby's Tears]
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; She has engaged in bestiality in the past as a result of youthful curiosity (anyone who's ever found out has wound up dead.), She gets catnip-high on orange juice after 2 glasses within 10 minutes of each other.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; . Red, White, Grey



Sincerely yours,
Raiden.​
 
The Treacherous Knight

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" Betrayal is Nothing More than the Need to Experience Something New. "

â?? Gandrian Volwrath â??
' The Treacherous Knight '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Gandrian, Lord Volwrath, Annie (nickname from the knights, when they used to be friends)
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Twenty-Three
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; July 7th
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Male
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; He has yet to find one, male or female, that satisfies this mystery.
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Five feet eleven inches
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Half Elvin, the other half is unknown.
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Lured only to the side where his powers may grow.

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Sea-green
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Silver-blue
â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; In his earlier years, Gandrian had vibrant blue hair. The other children had thought that he had dyed his hair and laughed at him, but unlike the teenagers that thought it was â??coolâ??, Gandrian had naturally been born with such. It was strange, but not beyond those of the water element. He blended right in with the water most of the time with his hair, but as he got older, the color faded down into a silver-blue, whiter than blue in his present years.

A vibrant boy when younger, â??Annieâ?? had often been seen with a smile on his face, despite the situation being ill favored on his end. However, over the years with the King of Darkness, the only smile one sees on his face is that of sarcasm or malicious glee of death and murder. With his sparkling eyes turned haunting, there is no doubt that his victims are drawn into his gaze and usually killed right after. Gandrian had always been youthful, and even in his early twenties, the male still has the â??baby faceâ?? that gives him a false sense of innocence and harmlessness.

Dressed in black pants, the element of water keeps his body warm enough against the colder weather, and he remains without a shirt. This shows off his milky white skin, contrasting to the black and matching the silver. With rare to no blemishes on his flesh, he displays to his enemies that no one has been able to touch him to the point scarring; when in fact, it was just his natural healing that ridded of those who had been able to do so. On the very cold days of winter, does he wear a cloak. With two sleeves drawing from fingertips to mid-arm, his biceps are mainly hidden underneath the edges of the gloves. All over his body, he is adorned with metal objects that appear more like decorations than useful. The ring on his right, ring-finger, represents the ring that the Queen had given him, while the one on his middle finger was the one that the King of Darkness had bestowed upon him.

Around his neck, a metal chain of sorts links around a choker; chain trailing down towards the middle of his thigh. This was to remind him at all times that no matter how high he climbed, he would still be nothing more than a lapdog for the dark king. What magic it seals there, no one knows, but rumor has it, that he might have been enchanted and the path of light is blinded from him due to that enchantment. The earrings along his right ear are enchanted to track him down, so that the king may know wherever he is at all times.

No one knows why he wears a deformed eye-patch, or the strap that covers his lower face, but some suspects that itâ??s to hide the innocence of his face, while he goes out on a â??huntâ??.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Traitor / Resourceful / Merciless / Bold / Violent / Emotionless

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The real me.] ;; Merciless to his enemies, bold upon the battlefield, and emotionless towards those who stood against him. Gandrian is a fearful being upon his enemies and he grows more powerful and vicious every day with his violence. The great knight had not always been the cold killer though, as he had once been a kind hearted youth. â??Annieâ?? had always been rather soft when he was younger, allowing others to play around with him and didnâ??t mind the pranks that knights played against one another. Of course things had build up too far and he had broke under the King of Darknessâ?? pressure.

Before such a thing though, he remembered being a good child and to the day, it is bitter to remember those memories. Gandrian fears he always would have a weak heart though, so he strives to lose more and more of himself, yet searching for a new form of what he could become. Being part Elf naturally made his emotions sway towards gentler times, but with the years under the Kingâ??s guidance, he has managed to dormant such thing feelings.

Even to this day though, those around him would say that he was still rather childish. Gandrian doesnâ??t always know whatâ??s best for himself, blinding follows the orders given to him by a father-figure, and when he finds that he canâ??t remain emotionless, he bursts out in violence rather than give in and allow the emotions to take over. He understands nothing like a child, just the teachings of war and battle, and the advice that the King gives him, while he advises back with war tactics. If met on the battlefield, they would know nothing of his conflicting persona, as they only saw the tip of his blade or the crash of his wavesâ?¦ and forever more, they were sent into oblivion bliss.

Only the haunting glow of his sea-green eyes would trail those who managed to escape his wrath; only until he hunted them down and destroyed them. In the midst of battle or assassination, he kills his victims without mercy, but at the same time, almost with a glee that one could find in a young, cruel, yet innocent childâ?¦ killing something it may or might not have known was wrong. He stands proudly as the General and right hand of the King of Darkness.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; With such lovely eyes, you captivate the world. With such gentle and firm hands, you mold the earth. Tempting lips that could bring back life into anything you desire. Yet with such a weak heart, your breath lacks warmth. Such words had been told to him years beyond the point that he had turned towards the darker side of the kingdom. Gandrian had grown up in the stables of the kingdom. His parents had abandoned him due to inability to become parents, not caring for a child that had what they considered a weak element. He grew up around the knights that came in and out of the palace, as during the time that he had been working there, he was taken care of by the people who found him. Over the years, he found his ground as a working teen, where the Queen one day found him to be resourceful.

Much like the female knight, Gandrian had seen the Queen like a mother figure, and in return, she to him as a son figure. Because of such opportunities, the young male had been trained into knighthood, wielding the weapons of war and protection. By his later years, he had become part of the knights and had been nicknamed as â??Annieâ?? among them as a joke. The teen had been gentle and what they called â??soft heartedâ?? for many things. With the power of water, he had also had the power of healing; something that wasnâ??t too surprising from the basic element. With his power and skills, he had quickly become a great knight and a â??heroâ?? among many for his won battles.

However, because of his weak heart, Gandrian had been easily swayed by the Evil King and stolen into the darkness. There, he had been promised power and leadership, as well as the ability to harden his heart and will. Young and volatile, the silver-blue took the chance and led the attack upon the Queen he had once so loved as a mother. Blinded by this lust for power and need, he made the biggest mistake in his life by slaying the Queen with his own hands. â??Never live your life in regret.â? was what she had once told him, and even to the moment that she had died, she had not blamed him. To this day, Gandrian doesnâ??t regret what he does, as there were some things that had engrained itself into his persona, twisted into a meaning that wasnâ??t what the Queen had perhaps meant.

Previously, his title had been â??The Cardinal Knightâ?, being the great hero of a small war that had broken out years before and the savior of the Queen. Such corruption has led him to be known as â??The Treacherous Knightâ?, due to how far he has â??fallenâ??.

[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

��� [ I'm used to it] ;; Some might notice him toying with the chain around his neck, or stroking the hilt of his sword. In the past, the other knights might have noticed Gandrian taking random naps in the day, which questioned if he slept well at night or not. No one has yet to observe him to sleep throughout the night though, but he has once allowed himself to fallen asleep next to the Eldest Knight, as a young teen. It is questionable as to weather or not he even sleeps any more, as there are no indications that he has laid down on a bed of sorts and rested his eyes.

In the middle of the night, when he sits there with his eyes opened but half â??asleepâ?? in the standards of the Elvesâ??, Gandrian has â??dreamsâ?? and visions. The past comes in and out for him, while the future is blurred by distractions that meld in his mind. He neither seeks them out nor worries over them though, as he cares for nothing that â??couldâ?? occur to â??is goingâ?? to occur. As for the past, he worries not over them, as he crushes any emotions that drift into him. Memories of the past leave no regret and no pain for himâ?¦
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
  • * Sweets
    * Bathing in the River
    * Power/Control[/list:u]
    ��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
    • * The Eldest Knight; the knights and their party in general
      * Being Weak[/list:u]
      ��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
      • * Nothingâ?¦ or so it appears [/list:u]

        [ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Gandrian controls the element of water and all that resides within that specialty. From there, it wasnâ??t uncommon for water wielders to acquire the art of healing, so at an early age, he learned to use a combination of both. His waters had been healing and soothing for the longest time he had been part of the knights. When he was drawn into the side of the dark, the waters turned icy and harmed instead of healed.

        Magic isnâ??t his first resort, even though he has an abundant of it stored within him. Easily, he could draw up water from the molecules in the air to form a protective shield, or a massive wave that would crush his foes. Only once has he formed his magic into the form of a blade, and from there, he has rarely done so again. His magic is still incomplete though, as even he doesnâ??t know all the ways that he could form and use the element and power.

        Under the guidance of the evil king, he learns new skills and unlocks numerous of powers he had not been able to do under the Eldest Knightâ??s guidance. The most recent lesson came in the form of conjuring â??Titanâ??, a massive body of water that takes form as the water god. This form reaches its â??handâ?? up to the sky and with electrons going awry, energy in the form of lightning is formed for attack and destruction.

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; His first resort had always been his sword or fists. The fourth knight had power that sparked from within, and while his body was toned, his muscles proved to be just as powerful as those bulging out. Unlike some warriors who wield large swords, his was â??just the right sizeâ??, being large enough to cut down a foe, but small enough so that he wasnâ??t wasting energy on carrying and maintaining it.

        Gandrian had a habit of tossing his sword around while resting though, so every time he came back to inform that he had finished a mission for the King of Darkness, the king would have to supply him another sword that the blacksmiths had been working on. Each had similar designs, but just a slight difference so that he wouldnâ??t be displeased, with the lack of change. He holds no other weapon, for he only needs his magic, and a sword to slice down the enemy when desired. Even though he uses a sword, he had once attempted to train with the spear while younger; though shifted into a different weapon of the current time, due to the King training him in swordsmanship.

        [ â? о и â?® â? ]​

        â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ This connection is deep.] ;; His strong connections had been with the other three knights. The Queen had been his closest relation, as she was like a mother to him, but with her death, he had lost the strongest connection to emotions in general. Now, the King of Darkness is his closet tie to the â??worldâ??; perhaps his uncle-figure to the mother-figure the Queen made. There are the other three within their darkened world, but the Drow, Warlock, and Siren seem to care not for him more than they would the next warrior.

        Romantic love does not exist for the Treacherous knight, because of his title, and because no one to his knowledge, even during times of peace, has shown interest in him.
        ��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; "Silence and Death. When you break me, I'll still be there for you to pick up the pieces."
        ��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Gandrian has abandonment issues, stemming from being left by his parents. But despite that, he believes kin/family is above all else, thus, he spends his limited free-time away from duty to search for any traces of his parents. Though he has no regrets on the past, even Annie is confused as to why he had joined the King of Darkness and betrayed Elizar.
        ��� [ Show them proudly] ;; ���.



        Sincerely yours,
        HKitten.​
 
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"Remember the death before the war. "

â?? Ranis Zaberisi. â??
' The Wise Dragon. '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Ran ( to friends ), Your Highness ( to most others ), The Troublesome Queen ( to those left in charge of the Dragon Kindom )
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Twenty-Thousand Two-Hundred and Fifty-Eight, appears to be not a day older than Twenty-six
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; The 7th day of May
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Female
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; As it says, gender, to Ranis, is nothing more than a label.
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Five feet ten inches
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Dragon
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Dragons do not take sides. At least, not yet.

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Gold / Gold with Red Irises
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Silver / Red and Black
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; As the gateway to the soul, the most striking feature of the dragon is her eyes. They are so intensely gold in color that they seem to glow, even in the dark. Her eyes are always, always highlighted with a soft, pink shadow to give her creamy, pale skin a healthy looking glow. Her eyebrows are short, only about half the length of her eyes. Her ears are long, sticking straight out to the sides. At about half of their length, they appear to fold over themselves as if the top is too heavy to stand upright on it's own. Ranis' lips are naturally a light pink, but she is known to color them red or gray, depending on her mood. Usually, they are gray. She's of average height in her humanoid form, standing at just five feet six inches tall. Her body seems to have been crafted to perfection, with just the right amount of curves in all of the right places. The proportion of her body seems to be rather even, thought her hips are just a bit wide.

Her hair always appears to be meticulously done. Her bangs are just long enough to cover her eyes when worn normally. Save for the bangs that do not fall into her direct line of sight, Ranis tucks the bangs that would hang over her eyes to the sides and pins it in place. Most often, her hair is worn in a ponytail which is tied with her own, braided hair. The ponytail hands down to her her hips. It is not uncommon to see her wearing a flower stuck in her hair, over her right ear usually, or wearing several earrings connected together with a chain.

Ranis is always wearing clothing that looks rather expensive. It's rare if ever to see her without a fancy, lacy black choker around her neck. One her hands she usually wears gloves that match with the choker. Most often, she is seen wearing a dark blue kimono, which has an intricate, highly detailed peacock design woven in gold. Several floral patterns are also woven into the fabric as well, and rest mostly around her shoulder and the lower hem of the outfit. The obi ( sash ) is light red in color, and tied in a most intricate fashion forming several bows which lie off center, leaning towards the right. She is most often seen with her instrument case tied over her shoulder.

In her Dragon form, Ranis is a large dragon with scales that look more like rose petals than scales. Even in this form, beauty seems to give way to appearing powerful. Her head is primarily black in color, slowly conforming into a black and red mane like pattern formed of her scales. Her neck is long, segmented by plates of black traced with red. This connects with the main body, which is obviously long. The scales here can stand or sit. They usually stand when she is trying to intimidate an opponent. At times such as these, her body appears to be that of a large, black and red rose. When she is transporting others, something she rarely does, the scales sit. The thin flesh of her wings is translucent, sectioned like the outer portion of a flower's petals. Her tail is long, and like her neck, primarily black in color with a red patter highlighting and segmenting it. It appears to be much like the stem of a rose, complete with thorns. Her legs are the same black color, the nails which reside at the end are the same bright shade of red as her body.

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Wise / Powerful / Resourceful / Determined / Protective / Insightful

��� [ The real me.] ;; With more than twenty thousand years of life experience, it should come as no surprise to any that Ranis is one of the smartest living beings on the planet. Her life experience has granted her more wisdom than the most thorough library could provide. For such a wise person, one would think that she would be more serious in her undertakings, but that usually isn't the case. She has earned the nickname "Troublesome Queen" for a reason. She's a rather carefree individual who has pushed the responsibility of governing the Dragon Kingdom onto those who serve under her. Ruling is "troublesome" in her opinion, and after about twenty thousand years of doing so, she's grown tired of it. She sees herself as nothing more than a figure head now, and rarely does anything beyond signing off on the few things that she needs to do. In whatever she does, she pushes forward with a unwavering determination, not stopping until she is able to achieve whatever it was that her mind was set upon doing.

Ranis is a confident woman who takes pride in her ability, appearance, and status as a Queen ( though she doesn't carry out her responsibilities as a Queen ). Like most dragons, she has quite a bit of an ego and can act a bit self-centered at times. It is fairly easy to get on her good side by stroking her ego. It is best to compliment her beauty or her strength, which tends to automatically put her in a particularly good mood. Generally, she appears to be a bright and cheerful individual with a good sense of humor who enjoys a good laugh and having a good time. She is unfamiliar with human society, and has recently become fascinated by it. Because of her lack of knowledge in such things, humans generally see her as childish. Those who actually understand her would use the word "whimsical" to describe her.

When she grows close to someone, she tends to go so far as to proclaim them as hers. There are very few people that she's actually said this about - those people being the Queen of Light and the Four Knights. To these people, she is fiercely loyal and protective of. For them, she would do anything. Since the betrayal of the Treacherous Knight and the death of the Queen of light, Ranis has grown noticeably depressed. She feels guilty for not being able to save the Queen when she knew about the King of Darkness' plan and partially blames herself for what happened. Those two individuals are the only beings in all of her life that she has come to genuinely hate. They are also the only ones who can push her to the point where her temper explodes. The angered Dragon Queen is just as fearsome as one would expect a dragon to be - an out of control beast bent on the destruction of what angers her.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; Ranis Zaberisi was born the Crown Princess of the Dragon Kingdom over twenty-thousand years ago. Being of noble birth, and an only child, she has been spoiled and it shows to this day. Her parents were loving individuals who cared for her a great deal up until the day they died. Her father died of natural causes about five thousand years after her birth, and her mother died from the grief of losing her husband about six years later. This left Ranis in charge of the Dragon Kingdom since those days. Over the years, the new Queen spent a lot of time ruling and watching over the world from the sidelines, preferring not to get into the affairs of the other beings and retain neutrality. There were many reasons for this, but mostly because she didn't want to be bothered with such affairs.

Ranis' life was a sheltered one for a time. However, after meeting and getting to know humans a little better, she has become fascinated by them. A young dragon by the name of Andusk was hand selected by the Queen to gather more information about the human world in secret, a precursor to what would be the next major event in the ruler's life. It was Andusk's refusal to come home, due to what even the socially awkward Queen could recognize as love, that the Ranis decided to just leave the kingdom one day, leaving her responsibility to the royal retainers and the council of elders that advised her. During her travels, she sought audience with the Queen of Light and met the human who would become her best friend. It was common to see her about the Palace, speaking with servants, joking, and acting more like a brute than nobility. She met with the Knight's on several occasion's befriending them all enough for her to consider them "hers" as well.

There were several occasions when Ranis met with the King of Darkness, who was attempting to convince her to join his cause and betray the Queen of Light. Ranis thought such a notion to not only be foolish, but even threatened the King's life on several occasions. Unbeknowest them all, the King planted his seeds into one of the knights. A tragedy happened that none of them expected - that very knight betrayed the kingdom and slayed the Queen. With the forces of darkness fast approaching, the dragon had no choice but to flee with the other knights in anguish. For a short time, she stayed with the knights, to make sure that they would all be alright before she took off on her own.

Since those days, Ranis has been aimlessly wandering the human world ever thinking about the stance of neutrality that the her people have taken up. The time is fast approaching for her to decide which side to take in the conflict, and though the choice is a simple one, making it is harder than anything else.

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��� [ I'm used to it] ;; When thinking, she'll often tap her cheek or flip her ear. She treats people she is close to as equals, and will often wrap an arm around their shoulders and joke with them. She is quick to remind anyone who shows her disrespect that she is a Queen and will put then back in their place if need be. Usually remains in her humanoid form. When walking around, or bored, she will sometimes hum a tune to herself or softly sing a song.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
+ Her Humanoid Form
+ Humans and Human Culture
+ A good laugh
+ Doing as she pleases
��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
- Being confined or obligated to do something
- The King of Darkness
- The demons overrunning the world
��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
- Mice
- Bugs, especially roaches.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;; The Dragon Queen has a unique repertoire of skills at her disposal. Like most dragons, she is capable of using transformation magic. This is the magic that allows her to take on her human form, a form which she has taken quite a liking to. Lately, she's been staying in this form. This magic also allows her to change parts of her body as needs. Usually, she uses the magic to form her wings and tail so that she can fly. This is her main method of travel, as she finds most other forms of travel to be much too slow for her liking.

Ranis is a bard, and as such, makes use of music and story telling to encourage and support others. Using her music, she can help her companions relax so that they can concentrate better on the fight at hand. Relaxation is one of the most underrated things one can have on the battlefield. While most give into the rage, anger, tension, and other things rising within them, keeping their heads level so that they are less likely to fly into a blind rage and fall into an enemy's trap. Her second song is a song to help increase the offensive powers of her companions. By raising their spirits and their morale, her companions will more motivated to pull off attacks that do more damage to their enemies.

��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; Ranis may be a bard, but she is by no means defenseless in combat on her own. The only weapon she is ever seen carrying is the katana worn over her left hip. It is, indeed, the only weapon she needs. She is by no means a master swordsman, but at the same time, she isn't so much of a novice that she can't hold her own. Because of the way the blade is forged, the weapon is most useful when used to cut and slice rather than thrust like most double edged weapons are. Therefore, she uses a highly defensive style, preferring to allow her enemy to make the first move so that she can block and counter or parry the move and get into a more advantageous positions so that she can counter attack.

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��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; Ranis met and became close to the Queen of Light and her four knights. She was the closest, however, with Kali herself and also with Brand, the youngest of the knights. It goes without saying that she spent most of her time with Kali, the two of them formed a very tight bond with one another. She spent a lot of time with Brand as well, who was sent to the north as a guardian for the Long Empire. Ranis shares close ties with Valen as well, watching over the champion knight not unlike the way that Kali had. Admittedly, she wasn't as close with Altima or Gandrian. Ranis does not like Gandrian now, after what he did to Kali, but can't bring herself to hate him as she knows Kali wouldn't want that.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Replica, Seven Sirens and a Silver Tear, A Funeral for Yesterday
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; No one knows for sure just what kind of relationship the two queens had for one another, but Ranis is almost one hundred percent sure that what she felt, and still feels, for Kali is love. Unfortunately, the younger queen died before any confessions of love or anything more could have truly blossomed between the two of them. To this day, if any of the knights asked her what she felt towards the queen, she would confess the love one would feel for a friend, as admitting how she truly felt would be much too painful.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; I can paint the world with flowers that grow by heaven's gate.



Sincerely yours,
DudeGuy.​
 
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" Sometimes, you have to take matters into your own hands. "

â?? Arioch Ta'Thlen â??
' The Mystical Elf '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Ari ( by anyone who really knows her ), General ( by her subordinates )
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; One hundred and twenty seven years, though she appears to be about twenty-three
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; The Twenty-eight day of September
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Female
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; She hasn't had the time to even think about a relationship with another
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Five feet five inches
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; High Elf
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Serves only the Light - Good

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��� [ A place to get lost] ;; As Blue as the waves of the ocean
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; A light shade of teal
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; Like most High Elves, one would find a great deal of beauty in Arioch. Though she appears to be a bit younger than she actually is, as she ages much more slowly than most of the others around her now. She stands at a rather unimpressive five feet five inches, and as a small, somewhat slender build. At first glance, seeing the face of the young high elf, one would think they are looking at the face of an angel. Her face is slightly rounded, her lips full and red like freshly picked cherries. There is just a touch of a light, pinkish hue around her eyes, highlighting their intensely blue shade. Her hair is parted in the center, the two separate ends reaching down past her chin, curling and framing her face. The young high elf usually ties her hair up into a high pony tail, held in place by a very fancy hair ornament. When worn tied up, her hair extends down to her shoulder blades. Untied, he spills down into the middle of her back. In her ears she wears a pair of purple and white feathered earrings.

Arioch wears a red, one piece, tube top like dress. It is slip along the sides going up to her hips. The dress leaves her neck, collarbone, and shoulders all bare, allowing those who see her a good view of her bare, creamy skin. On her arms, she wears the matching detached sleeves that go along with the main part of the floral patterned dress. The curl out to cover the back of her hand, fasted by a gold cloth that ties around her middle fingers. Gold trim lines the dress and the sleeves, rather plain at the hem of the dress on the bottom, while the top is decorated with a fancier pattern and on the hands, the trim is present in the form of frills. Several necklaces adorn her neck, all three of them made from a different combination of gemstones. What appears to be a row is, in fact, the tie for the light pink start battered cape she wears.The pattern on the bottom hem of the cape echoes the one found at the top of her dress, with bit of cloth hanging down beneath it. Around her hips she wears a pink cloth, tied over her left hip with a ribbon that echoes her hair ornament. Two, jeweled belts wrap around her body, connecting again on the other side. A bit of the sash is visible underneath the ribbon.

On her legs, she wears multicolored hosiery, each color a different shade of pink. In her feet, she wears a pair of red and gold trimmed thick soled boots that lift her up a half inch off of the ground. A gold pattern encircles the boots, wrapping around them twice. In the middle of the two loops she wears a pair of jeweled anklets. Her outfit makes her looked more like a noble than a general, however, this is just a testament to how wealthy the Elven nation is. At least, those that live in the lap of luxury of the elven nations.

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Mysterious / Melancholic / Ignorant / Spiritual / Impatient / Strong

��� [ The real me.] ;; Most people think Arioch to have a bad personality. They see her as a hard headed individual set in her beliefs and unable to change or adapt to things around her. She is known for being a bit impatient, the kind of person to jump into a situation without thinking the consequences through entirely. And yes, there are times when she may appear to be ignorant, and many times, she appears to act that way by choice. These are just things that people see of her on the surface. And after seeing such things, most people decide they want nothing more to do with her and turn a blind eye to her. Those who truly know her know that underneath her hardened exterior lies a very kind and loving individual. Her unit of warriors know this better than anyone else, after experiencing this other side of her first hand so many times; watching her mourn for those lost in battle, witnessing how hard she'll fight and how far she will go to try to save someone important to her, even to the point of nearly losing her own life.

After living most of her life on the battlefield, Arioch has only gotten to know the darkest side of life. She has seen atrocities committed against innocent men, women, and even children. Villages pillaged, people killed. . .love is something that she has neither seen or experienced much of in her life. Even she realizes how sad and grim her own existence has been, which has lead her to fall in a sort of depression. Her impatience stems from her melancholy attitude, a need to be doing something so that she doesn't spend too much time alone with her thoughts. Keeping herself busy is a way of medicating herself. There are periods of time when she has trouble sleeping, and is prone to going through periods where she will appear to be feeling down. She prefers to distance herself from others, physically and emotionally, but will warm up to people she's often around over time.

Even with such problems, Ari displays a great amount of strength and determination. Her strength is not only physical, but her undying perseverance helps push her forward and continue to live despite all of the tragedies and atrocities that she has witnessed. Her faith in all that is good and holy still exists, shown in how she begins and ends each day in prayer. She is in tune with the magical and the spiritual, and will at times speak of being able to sense and feel the spirits of things most people consider to be just things.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; Arioch Ta'Thlen has lived a hard life. She was born under the tree-top haven in the Elven Kingdom, living most of her earlier years in poverty, watching many and most of the people she met die of disease or starvation. It was not uncommon for someone to have to fight for even a scrap of food. Even as a child, she displayed a great amount of strength and determination fighting her hardest to keep on living despite her circumstances. There were days when she could not eat, and went hungry, and there were days when she was so sick she wished to collapse and die to escape from her torment. What got her through that time was not only her own power, but a greater power beyond herself she believes. Because of this, she has devoted her life to serving and upholding this power, this Light, above anything and everything else.

Some years later, now a young woman, Ari has found herself in the midst of several conflicts that have erupted in the dark shadow of the Elven Kingdom, and served as both a scout and a soldier on the battlefield. From this young age, Ari witnessed many atrocities of war. Massacres, rapes, pillaging, lynchings, beatings, murders, and mutilation. For her, this world was normal, her home, but she knew in her heart that these things were wrong. She broke off from the main army with a group of like-minded fellow soldiers and formed a small, rag-tag militia of her own. This group moved about with no name, but their faces and skills became known far and wide, even in the upper kingdom. Eventually, a group from the lower kingdom plotted to revolt against the upper kingdom and launched an attack that ravaged a part of the tree-top town. In this battle, Ari and her group fought to defend the upper kingdom and helped the knights of the Elven Royal Court quickly end the rebellion. Because of their selfless actions, they were all knighted and were finally freed from their dark hell.

The coming of the Eclipse and the news of the death of the Queen of Light spread around the world like wildfire. The Elven people all grew uneasy, but decided to believe in the remaining Knights. Arioch felt that it was foolish for them to depend on people who had gone into hiding. After a heated and passionate shouting match with the Elven leaders, she discarded her position as a General and cast aside her title as a knight, then foolishly marched out of the kingdom. She had come to the conclusion that she would save the world herself if need be, rather than waiting for someone else to save it.

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��� [ I'm used to it] ;; When first venturing into a town or unfamiliar place, it is not uncommon to see Arioch climb up to the highest point in her field of view and survey the area. It is easy to tell what kind of mood she is in by looking at where he hand is in relation to her weapons; the more relaxed she feels, the further her hands will be away; when she's feeling threatened, her hand will wander to the hilt of one of her weapons; when she's feeling uneasy or apprehensive, her hands will be somewhere close to one of her weapons, but she still show no sign of reaching for it. She is also known to talk or mutter to herself.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
+ High Places
+ Nature
+ The Light
��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
- The Darkness
- The Demons Overrunning the Earth
- The Four Heroes ( Or the Three Cowardly Bastards and the Traitorous Bastard as she affectionately calls them )
- Being Unable to Heart the Voice of the Earth
��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
- That the World is too Far into Darkness to be Saved
- Large Bodies of Water

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;;. Not unlike most elves, Arioch is very in tune with the natural world. Earth is her power, her home, her ruler, and her protector all wrapped up into one. Using earth magic, Ari is able to call forth vines from the earth. These vines will do one of two things, depending on what she needs. They will either whip her enemy, causing damage, or wrap around them and hold them in place. Most often, she uses her vines to hold an enemy captive as she fines it to be the best use of her ability. It is not uncommon for her to summon a wall of earth to hold her enemies and shield her allies. How big this wall can become depends on the area around her, but she often makes it just big enough to protect from attacks coming from ahead, above, and from the sides and a semi-spherical shape. Arioch is also a talented healer. With so much experience working on the battlefield, she has gained the ability to heal minor and moderate wounds and mend broken bones. This, however, is the extent of her healing abilities. For any wounds worse than this, the most she can do is stop bleeding or lessen pain

��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; The former Elven General makes use of rather light weaponry. Her main weapons are a pair of one handed savers, with long, thin blades. Her weapons are worn tucked tucked into her sash where all of the cloth ties together around her waist. Arioch is, naturally, ambidextrous, so the choice of using two weapons such as those was only natural. Rather than designating one hand to blocking and the other to attacking, or taking a certain stance to use them, she is able to use them both freely, to attack with each or defend with each, or two attack with one and defend with the other. There are also times when the use of one blade is better than using both, which seems to change her fighting style altogether. Arioch seems to make use of a derivative of an Elven Fencing style which makes use of fast paced attacks to somewhat overwhelm an opponent. There are a few moves that can only be used properly after parrying or dodging an attack, as to not leave her defenseless.

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��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; In the beginning, Arioch knows none of the other characters personally. There may have been an occasion or two where she met Valen.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Cadence of Her Last Breath, For the Heart I Once Had, 7 Days to the Wolves
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; There isn't much to know about Arioch that you wouldn't know from meeting her.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; Reckless like a stormy ocean, I can cover them with hate.



Sincerely yours,
DudeGuy.​
 
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" You told I had the eyes of a wolf, search them and find the beauty of the beast "

â?? Nekar Xofanavo. â??
' The Vengeful Drow. '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Sometimes called Nek by the other Dark Generals
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Two hundred and twenty five years old, though she doesn't appear to be a day over twenty four
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; March 2nd
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Female
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Though she prefers the company of women, has been known to accompany men when lonely.
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Five feet seven inches
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Drow
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Seeks the solace and silence of the Darkness

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��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Red
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Lavender
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; There are few who have even been able to capture even a glimpse of this Drow and lived to tell the tale. Her charm lies in an almost overwhelming, exotic beauty not unlike most Drow. Her skin is dark in color, taking on a pigment more befitting of the darkness of the underground civilization in which she was born. Red eyes, seemingly devoid of emotion take in her eyes peer at those around her, a bemused grin often playing at her lips. Her hair is a very light shade of purple, approaching lavender in color. Rather than doing something overly complicated with her hair, she maintains a rather simple style. Her bangs had down to just above her eyes, with a few hairs in the center being just slightly longer. On the sides of her head, her bangs are their natural length falling into line with her mouth, curling inward slightly framing her face. Left alone, her hair hangs down to about her mid thigh. Normally, it is done up in a high ponytail, which blocks anyone's view of her rear when standing still. Her ears are long and pointed, like those of all elves.

What most people first notice about her upon a first glance is not her eyes or her hair, but her body. Nekar is a woman of generous proportions, with a body that would make any man or woman trip over themselves upon seeing. She knows this, and like most of her kind, she flaunts her physique for any who may wish to gaze upon it. Because she is so physically active, she maintains a fit build. Her abdomen and her legs each show slight signs of muscle build up, but it is easiest to see this muscle in her arms. Many find themselves surprised at just how quick, agile, and strong she is.

Normally, she can be seen wearing a rather plain outfit. It consists mainly of a black, backless leather unitard. around her neck, the piece forms a turtleneck like collar. It is almost never seen, as she wears a long white scarf around her neck over it. On her hands are a pair of white gloves that fit snugly around her hand, but are much looser around her wrists. Her boos are similar in their make. They fit well around her feet, but gradually become wider and more lose around her knees. When going on missions, she is usually seen wearing another outfit. Around her neck, a small, metallic collar type piece of armor is worn beneath a large collar. From the collar come two, dual layered pieces of armor that form shoulder pads. They are primarily black in color and are trimmed with fancy gold patterning. Her top is made up of intricately woven black strips of cloth, which all conform to a single place in the middle of her chest. On her arms, a light scale armor is worn, partially covered with a similar kind of cloth. Her bottom consists of what could only be considered a thong, with several straps holding it in place. Connected to these straps is a light armor that covers her outer thigh's and her lower legs, all the way down to her feet.

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Violent / Malicious / Vengeful / Greedy / Envious / Stealthy

��� [ The real me.] ;; There are many words that can be used to describe Nekar. She is, for the most part, a quiet and withdrawn individual. She doesn't talk much, but when she does, it is painfully clear that she isn't exactly a nice person. When she speaks, her words are often biting and show an ill intent. She often teases those around her, forcing them back into a corner and seeking to over power them, which isn't as hard as one might think it would be for the Drow. She is not one to be pushed around, or crossed for that matter. The one thing she hates above all is for someone to wrong her. Should anyone do such a thing, she will sit back and plot ways to repay them tenfold for their wrong doing. Forgiveness is not something that exists in her mind.

More often than not, Nekar will look after herself rather than worry about others. When she has claimed something as her own, it is hers. No one is to question it or challenge it, as she will no hesitate to cut anyone down who dares stand against her. When she feels threatened, stressed, or when someone ignites her short fuse, she is known to snap. There are many times in the past where she has shown a more violent, almost psychotic outburst of rage which has resulted in many a massacre. It comes as no surprise when her companions see her walking around with wide eyes, covered in blood, and on edge after returning from a mission given to her by the King. They know to stay out of her way, she she knows to stay alone until she calms. At those times, she thanks herself for her ability to disappear for long periods of time without being noticed by anyone.

Though she hates the light with a passion, she is envious of it and those who bask within it, primarily the High Elves. They are known for their grace, beauty, greatness, whereas, Drow are known for being violent, dark, and aggressive. Most people tend to look down on Drow as a whole, and entire race of people who were banished to walk in the darkness. Oddly enough, she finds that there is something that drives her to seek the light, but knows that she will never be able to truly enjoy all that is has to offer as she has already been tainted by the darkness beyond salvation. Nekar sees this as her biggest weakness, and wishes to cover up what little light there is so that she can become the perfect weapon for the King of Darkness, so that she may never be thrown away.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; Drow are a race that are cursed to walk amongst the darkness. Many of them embrace this curse, joyfully and willfully walking the path of chaos and carnage for their own satisfaction. Somewhere, in the middle of the madness that was their life, Nekar's parents managed to find each other. And after sometime, Nekar Xofanavo was born. Her early life was spent like that of most children, enjoying their youth. However, she was forced to quickly grow up after her parents were both killed in a battle with the forces of light. Since that day, she had come to loathe the light and turned herself into an instrument of destruction for the darkness. From a young age, she began to train as an assassin, honing every single skill that she would need to do her job the best it could possibly be done.

Most of her training was done in real life or death situations, in which she was taught not to fear, but to embrace that feeling of desperation, anxiety, and overwhelming fear. In doing so, she is able to trigger her own, primal instinct. Rather than be limited into a certain frame of mind, she learned to let it all go. Concern for herself, concern for her comrades, those things meant nothing to her. The only thing that mattered was crushing the enemy. And crushing the enemy she became very good at doing. All of these years later, there is no need for her to hold anything within so that she can enter that animal like state of mind. All it takes is a passing thought of "kill the enemy" and she's already making strides toward staining her daggers in blood.

Nekar rose through the ranks as a top rated assassin until even the King of Darkness took notice of her skill. After proving herself time and time again, having been employed as one of his own personal guard, she was promoted to becoming a general in a division of his army based solely on stealthy missions, assassinations, and immediate conflict resolution. In short, when it comes time to clean up those who dare oppose him, she moves in with her group and makes all of the King's problems disappear. She has shown a fierce loyalty to the King and all that he stands for, however, there is a sliver of her self left that yearns to transcend what she is and become something completely different, completely new. This little piece of her has affected her actions in no way before, and shows no signs of becoming too big of a problem to be quelled by the darkness that resides within her heart and the hatred for those who embrace it.

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��� [ I'm used to it] ;; Nekar often fiddles with her daggers, spinning them, tossing them around, performing little tricks with them to amuse herself. She seems to take great joy in sneaking up on people and seeing their reactions when they notice that she's there. When she's not working, or scaring the life out of one of her subordinates, she can often be found walking about, seemingly searching for something. Teasing Gandrian appears to be her favorite pass time.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
+ The Darkness
+ Feeling Powerful
+ People giving her a reason to hurt them
��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
- High Elves
- Those Born Into Privilege.
- The Light
- Extreme Heat
��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
- Being pushed back into the shadows after finally tasting the freedom of the surface world
- The Light, to an extent

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;; More often than not, Nekar finds herself able to function without relying heavily on her special abilities. Most extensively, she makes use of her ability to blend in with her surroundings and make it hard to sense her presence when she does not want to be noticed. From these positions, she is often able to hit the enemy with several fatal blows before they even notice they have been hit. For most weaker enemies, this is more than enough to take care of them before they even have a chance to see the person who took their life. She has rarely encountered anyone who has required her to make extensive use of her abilities. Fire, to her, is like a kiss of death, usually turning her ice into water. If her body temperature rises too much, it becomes near impossible for her to use her magic. Area's of extreme heat, also make it harder for her to use her power, if not, impossible.

Her power lies in ice, and she uses such a power proficiently. She has been known to employ several tactics to help conceal her own presence, such a breathing a cold mist and making visibility in an area difficult before attacking. There are times when she has created daggers made from her magic to hurl at enemies, formed ice on the ground to slip up on opponent or restrict their movement, or have even frozen an enemy before impaling them with a larger piece of ice or her daggers. Only her most powerful foes get to see her really make use of her ice based powers. The most brutal tactic she has ever been seen using involves her repeatedly freezing and smashing her enemies limbs over and over again, thoroughly destroying them slowly and painfully.

Even more rarely, when Nekar is faced with facing an opponent head on rather than trying to use her stealth as an advantage over them, she proves that she is more than a capable fighter. Her speed is nearly unrivaled, and with expertly timed moves, she has been known to overwhelm many with the sheer ferocity with which she battles. Taking advantage of an unsuspecting enemy is what she does best, and is the tactic she employs mostly.

��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; If anyone asked her what her weapon was, Nekar would answer herself. She sees her own body as her greatest weapon for many reasons, but mostly because she has great confidence in her own physical abilities. Her main weapons are a pair of short, scimitar fashioned daggers with small metal loops attached at the end of the hilts, and her ice magic. She has been known to make copies of her daggers with her ice magic, and create small, throwing knife like bits of ice to hurt at her enemies.

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��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; Nekar's bonds with the other General's have been loose at best. Her feelings towards them all are still unknown, as she isn't very vocal about such things. She seems to have a fixation on 'Annie' though, often seen pushing him into a corner and whispering something into his ear. He isn't the only one that she has done this to nor is he the only one that she will do this too.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Beauty of the Beast, Awake, The Last Call
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Nekar really, really, really hates being called Nek. Most of the troops fear getting on her bed side, so they tend to avoid talking to her in general. She may or may not have feelings towards Gandrian, but even she doesn't really understand what her obsession with him is.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; Beware the beast but enjoy the feast he offers.



Sincerely yours,
DudeGuy.​
 
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" Tell me if the earth goes under, where's your anger now? "

â?? Itsuki. â??
' The Philosophical Fiend. '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; Has no nicknames.
[b]���[/b] [ The years come and go.] ;; Twenty Five
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; The 20th day of December
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Female
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Has yet to have even given such a thing a thought. Maybe someone, somewhere, can change that . .
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Five foot Seven inches
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Ogre
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Swaying amidst the tides, wavering, questioning, wondering. . . ( Neutral )

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; A shimmering shade of Gold
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Red like the leaves of a tree in autumn
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; Itsuki stands at a rather unimpressive five feet seven inches in height from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. On the left side of the top of her head extend two horns, the same shade of gold as her sharp, cat like eyes. Her hair is messy, her bangs long and extending well below her eyes. Her hair is parted off to the right slightly, so that she can see clearly out of that eye. Her hair clumps together between her eyes, and is kept pushed to the left out of the direct line of sight of her left eye. On the right side of her head dangle two braids. She spends very little time worrying about her hair, so it usually remains and unkept mess with strands going in any direction that they so chose.

Around her neck, she wears a red scarf that extends several inches below her knees. She also wears a large set of pearly-white prayer beads. Her hand are both covered with bandages from the spaces between her fingers up to an inch below her elbows. Her torso is also covered with bandages, from under her arms to her upper thighs. There is a section of her thighs that is visible, up until about halfway down, where more bandages cover her legs all the way down to the end of the bridges of her feet, right where they bones of her toes begin. There are red hand prints on the bandages around her legs. Her finger and toe nails are red in color, and are rather long. Each could easily be considered claws.

Over her torso, she wears a black kimono top. The right sleeve is ripped off, but a portion of it remains, tattered, and hanging down in place covering her shoulder. Her left sleeve is still intact, sporting a red flame pattern highlighted with yellow. Over her hips she wears the matching bottom to this top, a short, mini-skirt length section of cloth. The obi ( sash ) of the outfit is a light shade of purple, and is tied into a large bow over her abdomen. There is a pink, cherry blossom pattern on the cloth much in the same fashion as the flames on the main part of her outfit. The upper portion is plain black in color, while the lower portion is covered with the same, flame like pattern Around her right ankle, she wears a section of knotted rope, and around her left ankle, a smaller set of pearly white beads.



[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Inquisitive/Careful/Contemplative/Philosophical/Indecisive/Doubtful

��� [ The real me.] ;; First impressions usually determine how someone thinks or feels towards an individual. Most people have a hard time even hoping to change that impression they make on others. Itsuki, however, constantly proves two very important things anyone who meets her should know about her: despite the way she talks, she is no fool. More importantly, she isn't just some ordinary, unthinking, unfeeling monster. Ogre's have a bad reputation because most are criminals, rapists, and bandits. What lies deep beneath the surface of the young woman is a very bright and intelligent individual who seeks more in life than just riches or conquest, or even adventure. Knowledge and reason are her drive - the will to know more about the world that has just unfolded before her, and about the knowledge to make sound, informed decisions to guide her actions.

She is, by no means, stuck up or stuffy though. Just as much as anyone else, she loves a good joke and enjoys sitting down with people, talking, drinking, and spending an evening resting and relaxing. Normally, one will encounter her in high spirits, ready to joke, laugh, and sit anyone down for a drink and a nice, friendly chat. She rather enjoys the company of other people, and finds that she's at her best, personality wise and combat wise, when she's with someone else. Some may find Itsuki's tendencies to ask a lot of rather personal questions annoying, but must understand she means no harm in asking them. She seeks to understand them, and what propels them forward in such turbulent times.

It is when Itsuki is alone that she sits and thinks about herself, her own motivations, and what drives her. These are usually the times when her own self doubt show themselves, as she often questions if there is anything that is keeping her moving forward. She detests solitude, and often functions more slowly and below normal when alone.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; Itsuki was born to parents who, like most of their kind, were bandits. Like most ogre children, she lived moving from battlefield to battle field, village to village, witnessing countless atrocities. Massive murders, pillaging, rapes, whatever, whenever the leader of the band felt like it. She grew to detest such things, but for her own livelihood, was forced to participate in commuting the for some time. Eventually, a human man by the name of Vayne appeared in Lassadar, and in a matter of weeks, things began to change. Order soon began to take hold of the savage lands, much to the dismay of the savages that lived there. While they organized a plan to attack the settlement that was being built, Itsuki readily welcomed the order and went to live there.

Needless to say, the uprising lasted very briefly. Those foolish enough to oppose the rule of Vayne were quickly and swiftly eliminated, as an example to all of those who dared to try. Compliance came from most of the savage populous, and even the front that united to oppose Vayne were quickly eliminated, as if their very thoughts of betrayal guided the arrows of the soldiers through their hearts. Like a great number of her kind, Itsuki joined the Dark Army shortly after it was formed, not out of loyalty to the newly crowned King of Darkness, but to make a living. Though reluctant, she participated in the offensive on Fort Cardina, and a few minor skirmishes afterward. Eventually, she came to ask herself a single question that has changed the course of her life sense - why? Why continue fighting so hard? What what were they hoping to attain? She knew not the goals of the person she was fighting for, nor did she understand the motivations of a man who would kill the Queen of Light and destroy the stability of the world.

Soon after the take over of Elzier, Itsuki faked her own death in a minor skirmish with a left over regiment of knight's that served under the queen and slipped away as soon as a chance presented itself. Rather than fight for the light - a feat she feels is useless as Vayne's military might is a threat to every kingdom left standing - she wonders the world, wondering if there is any point in continuing her life of violence, who she should fight for if she so chose to fight, and why she would fight if she continued to battle?

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��� [ I'm used to it] ;; Itsuki speaks with a thick, unmistakable, southern sounding accent. Some think it makes her sound ignorant and uneducated, but she thinks she speaks just fine, and hates it when anyone tries to correct her. She also enjoys pouring herself a drink and relaxing out in the wilderness. She is fond of sunny days and clear nights with good views of the moon.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
+ Sake
+ Music and the Arts
+ History, Poetry, and Philosophy
��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;
+ Her own self-doubt
+ Instability
+ Hangovers
+ Solitude
+ The death cries of soldier's on the battlefield
��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
+ Her greatest fear is that someone from the Dark Army will recognize her and that she too will become a criminal like the group of knights the King of Darkness wants to eliminate.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Itsuki is blessed with the power to use Metal-based magic, a power she uses wisely in a number of ways. Defensively, Itsuki uses her power to harder her bones and steel her skin, turning her own body into armor. The steel-like skin is hard enough to withstand several blows from poorly forged weapons, heavily damaged, and un-enchanted weapons. Heavier weapons, and weapons made to pierce through armor are likely to penetrate her own steel skin and actually do damage to her.

On the other hand, Itsuki can use this body hardening power to increase the damage done by her physical blows, or increase the speed of an attack. By time the speed of a blow with the right angle and a hardened first, she is able to punch through most light armors and some medium ones. She isn't strong enough to punch through heavy armors. Mostly, she uses her power to steel her finger and toe nails, which she uses to scratch and/or stab opponents with when unarmed. Even without her weapon, she boasts impressive physical ability, and when combined with her ability to harden her body, she show just how capable of a fighter she truly is.

By nature, Itsuki's greatest weakness is fire, especially at higher temperatures. There have been times when large amounts of water or acidic have greatly hindered her ability to move as freely or as quickly as she normally does, akin to water rusting metal. Water will only affect her this way if she is using her steel skin to protect herself. Other wise, it is no different than her walking out in the rain. One of her biggest faults in combat, however, is herself. She keeps her strength in check aiming not to kill anyone unless she feels it's absolutely necessary. One would call it mercy unless they saw the state that she left her enemies in.

��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; Itsuki's primary weapon is a large kanabo ( spiked iron club ) called Denryu Bakuha. When held vertically, it becomes rather clear that her weapon is several inches taller than she is. It is a full six feet in height, a full five inches taller than she. At it's core, the kanabo is a long metal handle with a wooden pole running it's entire length. The wooden pole is encased in an octagonal-steel prison. Altogether, it weighs just over fifty pounds. For most normal people, such a weapon is impossible to use practically. And, as you could image, being hit with the weapon does quite a bit of damage to anyone unfortunate enough to be within the path of her swing.

Because of it's sheer size and weight, she uses a magical charm in the shape of a small, curved gem to store it in, and normally sticks to the use of her own body as her weapon. By reinforcing her nails with her magic, she is able to make them as hard and as sharp as daggers. She specializes in strikes and grappling when using hand to hand combat, freely switching between the two at odd times. No matter what weapon she's using, feints are her greatest strength.

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��� [ This connection is deep.] ;; Currently, Itsuki has no attachments to anyone so to speak. As one of the Irregulars, it is highly possible that she, at some point, met someone higher in the chain of command than one of the Regulars, but there is little doubt it went beyond a simple exchange of glances between the two of them. It is possible she may be remembered by that person. There is a chance that she, at some point, ran into one of the four knights on the battlefield. She wouldn't remember any of them if she saw them.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Deep Silent Complete, Fantasmic, The Human Stain
��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Like many of the others of her race, she is prone to drinking large amounts of alcohol, mostly sake. It takes a large amount to actually get her drunk though. She's been trying to quit drinking so much though, and currently only drinks until she has a slight buzz. She likes to be able to think clearly and doesn't want to make any other decisions after drinking to the point where she can barely stand upright, like other Ogre's tend to do. She rarely indulges to the point of truly being drunk though - planning only to do so on special occasions.

Itsuki means "tree" in Japanese.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; What is destiny, within the master plan?



Sincerely yours,
DudeGuy.​
 
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" Power is knowing your enemy, how to get close to him, how to get near him, how to find everything he holds dear... Then to crush him without mercy or regret. "

â??Lord Malak â??
' The Deceptive Warlock '

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Beneath the title.] ;; Lord Malachai of Darkwood- The name that Malak has given to his Facade, his double life as an eccentric but kind nobleman, he takes his true name from his teacher however, preferring to go by the name Lord Malak, a name taken from the only being he is willing to call â??Masterâ?
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; 24
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; October 31
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Male
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Malak simply doesn't care about gender. He is attracted to aggressive individuals more than others though. He also has a fetish for elves, Dark and Light.
��� [ How high is high.] ;; 5'9"
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Corrupted Human- Black Magic has twisted Malak's body and his soul, he looks human and was once human, but possesses inhuman traits one can be sure he wasn't born with.
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Malachi is ally of the Darkness but in the end serves a much more terrifying force.

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; glowing green, Malak uses magic to change them to a soft violet when in disguise.
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Black
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;;

On the outside, Malak appears to be a handsome young man in his prime, He possesses a lithe build, and possessing an average height for men of his age. The true nature of Malak's beauty is in his face. Malak is quite attractive underneath his shadowy hood, possessing mysterious green eyes and a devilish grin. Malak can be quite alluring at times, and other times he can be frightening. In the moonlight for example, the light reflects off the pallor of his nearly alabaster skin, reflecting the flawless nature of his face. Malak is about as handsome as he is twisted on the inside, though the Dark mana he uses has taken an effect on his face, whenever he uses his powers that attractive nature fades, his eyes glow and his lips part to show sharpened teeth and fangs. Purple or green flames appear on his person and the once clear and beautiful skin produces veins that can clearly be seen.

When Malak acts as himself he wears clothing that is truly fitting for a warlock like himself. Black robes and cloak enshroud his form with shadows, a dark hood obscuring his face save for his glowing green eyes (One is often covered by his hair) Malak resembles the Warlock he truly is, a frightening, mysterious being with great powers over black magic. This clothing is in no way subtle, and Malak changes to this whenever he is not in his home or working for the King on a mission. The clothing underneath the robe is expensive, protective cloth with light reinforces sections that protect his vital areas in case a spell fails to defend him. This outfit is far more decorated than his â??civilianâ? guise, with dark-gold runes that cover the cloak and pieces of jewelery, including the Ruby Amulet he wears under his neck, another ruby brooch that holds his cloak around his shoulders, rings on his uncovered hand, and a suspicious black gauntlet on his right hand.

Malak is an expert in the art of deception, for years he has maintained a public façade that has protected him from potential enemies and those who grow too curious as to what happens inside the walls and in the great basement of his manor. When Malak assumes this disguise he runs his hand over his face, seemingly dispelling all signs of corruption from his face, turning his eyes from a violent gold to a peaceful violet. Malachai appears truly friendly and kind, all of the harshness Malak cherishes vanishing into an act designed to throw off potential enemies and fooling foes into underestimating him, a lethal mistake.

Malachai often wears the clothing of a noble of the Darkwood lineage, royal purples, reds and blues. The outfit is that of a Noble Spell Caster, even though the family that Malak obliterated was not strong in magic themselves. Malak has several outfits, never sticking with one for all too often, though most of all of them have an overcoat with a matching cloak, embroidered with beautiful patterns and arcane symbols. Malak is often fond of robes, wearing them whenever he desires. Malakâ??s clothing has a degree of a protective nature, making him able to shrug off sparks or small amounts of flame, though they are in no way. Malak always wears this outfit when acting as Malachai

Underneath his clothes however Malak bears many scars from the slavery he endured as a child, deep scars from when whips which split his flesh, deeper scars from blades, and even some burns from the various tortures that were inflicted on him as a youth. Malak has erased the most disfiguring of these scars by taking the lives of innocents with pure skin, especially virgins, and absorbing their purity, mending and restoring his flesh, he does however keep many, unable to get rid of some, and keeping others as reminders of his life as something lower than an animal.

Another appearance he hides, is his true one, the Taint that powers black magic twists and corrupts all things, even Malak's body has been transformed, the inhuman traits he has developed only scratch at the surface of his warped nature, sometimes the magical disguise falters when Malak gets excited or angry, though he tries his best to keep his more monstrous traits under wraps.

Malachai disguise

[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Sadistic / Deceptive / Malicious / Intelligent / Unpredictable / Eccentric

��� [ The real me.] ;;

On the outside Malachai seems to be an eccentric nobleman, he possesses many quirks and eccentricities, passing as a man who has lived his entire life in wealth and comfort. The truth is far from this, Malachai, the kind lord of the Darkwood area was never a noble, he had slaughtered the noble family that once ruled the land and passed himself as a much kinder nephew of the cruel lord who once lived in his manor.

Malak is simply a skilled actor, and though he despises his gentle façade he carries it out since it allows him to fool potential enemies into believing he is incompetent or unwilling to do real damage. He is also capable of fooling those he wishes to do harm to that he serves the side of the Light, while in reality he is as dark as they get. Malak hides behind an attractive and innocent face, wearing a smile and a mask to disguise the true monster that he is when meeting with those whom he wants to destroy to weed out their weaknesses and fears before using them against them in force or stabbing them in the back.

When dealing with allies Malak reverts to his true personality. He seems to be callous and cold compared to his guise, but is uncomfortably precise and polite to allies, often using their titles instead of speaking their names. Malak is capable of sounding like he respects others, and doing it well, he is a very skilled actor, even if he has nothing but contempt for others, often though, he does not hesitate to let someone know he doesnâ??t like them.

Malak truly takes delight in performing vile experiments on innocents; he is fascinated with pain and human suffering, and will often spend great amounts of time experimenting on a single poor soul, victims taken to Malakâ??s home often find themselves being tortured, mutilated, or otherwise treated horribly until they finally reach the release of death, only to be resurrected for more. Malak tests his spells this way, casting them on individuals or summoning creatures to determine the effect and the horror they cause. Malak has no regard for human life whatsoever and is especially careless regarding the lives of innocents. Malak will waste subordinates without hesitation using fear to drive them though he makes an excelled commander, and does fight by the sides of his troops, casting buffs over the ones he wishes to perform more admirably while leaving the units he deems worthless to die in combat.

Malak sees himself above all others, he believes he is better than anybody at what he does, and whenever he discovers someone who can best him, he becomes enraged; his pride is his greatest sin, and greed is his second. Malak truly believes himself to be better than those he meets, he may or may not express this belief and in many cases he is in fact superior. Malak hates the king for this reason, as the king is superior in power to him, though he also accepts the Kingâ??s rule, as he has proven to be effective as a leader, and is much more gentle and open to the Warlock than he is to those he has conquered.

Malak hates the idea of being controlled, and he hates following orders from others who he regards as inferior, blatantly ignoring orders most times and doing his own thing. Fortunately he often proves more competent than those he works for, being an extremely skilled strategist and an intellectual of the highest degree.

��� [ The past is history.] ;; In common knowelege, lord Malachai was born as a member of the Darkwood family in Elzier, raised and trained in a prestigious magical academy and having come over to the Darkwood region in Lassadar upon hearing of the tragic demise of his family due to a mysterious plague that killed everyone in the manor.

This of course is far from the truth.

The warlock that now calls himself "Malak" was born a slave to the family that controlled the Darkwood region in Lassadar. Malak was unlucky enough to be born to a slave, a woman known Tara, a slave in the household of the powerful Darkwood family, a family of very rich nobles and collectors of artifacts. The boy was a slave from birth, and his masters were cruel ones. Tara protected her son for as long as she could, but that was exhausting as an effort, and she died shortly after she gave birth to her son. The boy was beautiful, but he was still a slave. The family raised him to childhood for that reason, depriving him the kindness and love that every child deserves. The boy's master gave him no name, preferring to address him by a title, as "Slave", as a result he learned to despise that word whenever it was spoken. The master also ignored him in the favor of his own children and as a result the boy often had to scrounge and steal food to manage to get along without going hungry.

As the boy grew up he learned how truly malicious his masters really were, they worked him hard, beating him whenever he was unable to do his chores or whenever he did not speak to them with the utmost respect. It didn't matter that Malak was small and fragile, the beatings were just as harsh as they were on the other slaves. Certain members of the family, especially the head of the family, The man hated the young slave for his attractive nature, and took it out on his body, beatings and whip[pings were commonplace.

When Malak grew to be a preeteen he began to have dark dreams, there was secrets in his master's homes, secrets that had been long forgotten. The boy took these dreams literally, and one night sought out the secret, finding a hidden door in the castle basement. The boy entered the door and found himself in the hallowed halls of one of the greatest, and most evil magic users to ever walk the land. Malchior. It was there he discovered the Talisman, and the moment he picked it up it spoke to him, telling that it could help him, that there was evil running through the blood that his masters callously spilled, that blood had awakened him, and that blood was what would give the boy his new power, the power to change his life.

The boy stayed in Malchior's lab, the amulet speaking to him, teaching him how to read the many books scattered around, and that is what malak did, learning ancient, forbidden spells in the short weeks he spent there. He named himself, casting aside his status as a slave and taking one as an apprentice, naming himself after his master... Malak. Malak stayed in the passage for weeks, forgetting to sleep, to eat, but oddly not needing to, the magic fed and energized him. Malak lasted and waited, learning as he went.

When Malak emerged from the secret passage he had changed, the boy had almost a year down there, and by then the family had assumed he had made a successful escape attempt. The first member of the Manor to spot him as he emerged, dressed in black rags and carrying a book under his arm and an amulet around his neck was an overseer who, doing his job, ordered the boy to get back to work, brandishing his whip and prepairing to land a punishing strike with the weapon. The boy acted first, reaching out and catching the blow in his new gloved hand, watching as it burst into flames before vile incantations slipped from his lips, the guard's body being ripped asunder by evil spirits that followed Malak as he went and one by one slaughtered the noble family, drinking deep of their blood and consuming their souls, watching as he absorbed their vitality and youth and his scars vanishing. Malak took over the manor, dressing himself in his old master's clothes and taking on a noble title, Lord Malachai of Darkwood.

Malak introduced himself to the people as Malachai, a nobleman who had moved in to the manor after the family passed away so tragically. Malachai presented himself as a kind lord, taking the region over almost immediately. Malachai's behavior at first was completely normal, seeming to be a kind young lord. However one day people started to vanish. Malak's magic required him to perform sacrifices, and he wanted to know more, unfortunately that meant a couple of experiments had to be made. Malak used orphans at first, seeing as how no one would miss them and that he could claim he was uniting them with loving families. Malak was careful at this point, and did not exactly love his experiments at that point, having not been truly corrupted yet.

Malak met Naolin in this period, having encountered the young noble necromancer on a trip into the city. The males got along famously, despite their conflicting personalities. Malak at this time was not too far from his alter ego in personality, he still had warmth inside him, though he was jealous of Nao's noble blood and his great spellcasting powers, he also experienced feelings he hadn't known he had before, both for Naolin and the dragon that he was friends went.

One day Malak couldn't take the frustration any longer, he challenged Nao to a duel, he wanted to defeat nao, to prove to himself that he was better than him, all those years of being second to him were to come to a swift close. Malak was outmatched, as nao was a far better necromancer, however, Malak briefly turned the tables with a spell he had just learned, the Eldritch Blast. Naolin won, even though Malak used forbidden spells and Malak was forced to his knees, his emotions clashing within him even though Naolin spared him and even though he had been attacked, forgave him for the incident, as they were after all friends. Malak had before just wanted to express himself, but now the black hatred burning inside of him for his friend had grown to a pitch, the male wiped the tears from his eyes and apologized, taking Naolin's hand even though his movements were truly false.

Malak was defeated, and broken by Nao's victory, Nao was still kind to him, he showed mercy, this burned Malak up, and made him hate him far more than ever before.

Malak would not let this slight to his honor go, his jealously and rage brought him to Naolin's side as he slept on his eighteenth birthday, bending over him and whispering dark and baleful words into his ears to ensure his sleep, his fingers carving a dark mark, the mark of his master into his flesh. The mark would ruin the necromancer's life, destroy all that he allowed himself to grow close to. The Necromancer would later find a method to releave himself of the curse, but only temporary, and it took the loss of the he loved. Malak met Naolin the next day, a sympathetic, kind look on his face, stating that he was felt his loss, and his sadness. the two split paths later, Malachai telling that Naolin was welcome in his home at any time.

When When Malak finally turned twenty, the king came to him. of course the king saw through his guise, and the number of orphans and criminals he had cut through testing out his powers. The king offered the Warlock a deal, telling him that he could supply him with a fresh supply of maidens and youths to conduct his experiments on so long as he conducted his experiments in the name of the king. Malak did not have much of a choice, seeing as even though this was before Vayne took Elzier, Darkwood was a province of Lassadar, but the king was smart, avoiding angering the male to earn a powerful ally. Malak agreed to the king's deal, and began working his experiments for the king's army, augmenting various soldiers with the magics he had learned by torturing countless innocents.

Malak proved to be one of the most twisted and terrifying beings in Lassadar shortly, all the while holding the beloved name of Malachai. Malak, not referred to by name became a boogieman in Lassadar, as some unfortunates surely would end up in his "Care" Malak served the king, though not as a member in his army usually, and serving as a commander or a general whenever taking control of the King's magical corps.

Malak was there when the king overtook the city in Elzier, having personally blown down the doors and demoralized the troops so King Vaynes men could rush in and take the city.



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��� [ I'm used to it] ;; If malak stares at a person for too long, he is getting ideas for experiments. Malak has many, many personality quirks, so many that it is difficult to list them all. Malak's body language can give off his unpredictable nature... when his green eyes focus on a target too long he is likely thinking about what he can do with their bodies, if he is playing with his magic he is bored, if he is smiling like a lunatic... run... Malak plays with his facial hair when enthused by his subjects or adversaries and fiddles with his fingers when he is getting an idea. Malak often conjures a little wisp of flame he calls "Pyrus" the flame tends to reflect on his current emotion in it's color and hums to himself while he works.

Finally, Malak's personality tends to change when around his hounds, the only creatures on this earth he holds something akin to love for.

��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;;
Power- Total, unlimited power. That is what Malak wants, and that is what Malak intends to gain.

Dogs: Malak's Wolves and Hellhounds are by far his favorite living things on the planet, he coddles them and feeds them all his failed experiment victims, he also uses them in combat more than any other Allomena he is responsible for creating. Malak's alpha wolf, Fenrir is his favorite. The wolves come from Malak's home region, already tainted enough that exposure to taint only helps tame the creatures, when they die, Malak reanimates the bones in the form of Hellhounds.

Experimentation: Malak is a scientific type, he enjoys a variety of sadistic experiments he performs on innocents.

Sex- sometimes Malak enjoys sexual pleasure more than he does pain, as sadistic as he is he does quite like having another under his power squirming naked beneath him, powerless to resist him.

The Drow: Malak has a fetish for elves, he also likes the elf due to her solitary and aggressive nature.

The Elf: As Saidâ?¦ Elf. Fetish. Of course it is more likely that he is interested in experimenting on her more than anything. Her personality could use a fewâ?¦ adjustments after all.

��� [ When the dog bites.] ;;

Being controlled- Malak doesnâ??t take orders well, he long ago decided that he answers to no man or god. The King of Darkness however has wizened to this and does not give him orders, but merely offers him opportunities to perform mutually beneficial tasks.

Being reminded of his past- Few people know that Malak was once a slave, but being taunted with this fact reminds him of all the horrible things that his masters did to him in his bondage, Reminding him of his life of slavery is a death wish, as Malakâ??s Gauntlet doesnâ??t discriminate and once the petrifaction curse takes effect, it canâ??t be stopped.

The Necromancer- Malak positively hates the necromancer, dumbfounded with the fact that he defeated him in his dark power. The necromancer is older than him, a noble, and skilled with the use of his spirits. Naolin defeated Malak once in a duel, and Malak has never forgiven for that, going to extreme lengths to make his life miserable by inflicting one of his most unpleasant curses on him in his sleep, a curse that would stifle his power and destroy all he loves, then to finally control and destroy him utterly. Malak is driven to kill Naolin, wanting greatly to absorb his soul and gain his power.

Dragons- Malak just doesnâ??t like them. Too powerful, too resistant to magic.

��� [ When the bee stings.] ;;
Enslavement- The thought of being forced to bow to another is something Malak canâ??t stand, he would be easily willing to destroy himself through magic (and take everyone with him) rather than be a slave again. Physically restraining Malak still makes him very, very, very angry.

The King - The king represents ultimate power, Though initially Malak absolutely hated Vayne, the man is too charismatic to hate for too long, and Malak eventually grew comfortable with thin, though he still fears him. Vayne has a way of making it seem to him that he works with him rather than below him, which means the world. Also, though he cannot use Malak's special brand of magic, Vayne's sorcery outdoes his own.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

��� [ Feel my wrath.] ;;
Black Magic- Black Magic is Malakâ??s preferred and ultimate form of offense and defense, spells that are easily cast and cause great pain and death to his enemies. Black Magic is the most diverse of all Malakâ??s magic. Black magic is composed of forbidden spells that cause harm to his enemies in ways that conventional magic users wouldnâ??t dare. Black magic draws on the very evil of Malakâ??s soul, and the soul that is sealed in the Amulet that Malak carries to generate its power, feeding on the corruption and darkness of the earth and in the hearts of humans. Dark magical energy, often called taint, exists naturally in places where hate and evil are strong, places that have seen much death are strongest in their taint, a force that twists and corrupts the land, as a warlock, malak has grown good at manipulating and drawing upon taint and using it for his own purposes. Black magic is mostly known as demon magic, though it usually has little to do with actual demons. By absorbing souls, Malak can temporarily increase his magic powers, though he has to avoid the backlash.

The most basic form of attack that Malak uses is called an eldritch blast, a simple blast of dark energy launched from the hand. The blasts can be altered to form piercing, long ranged, or even scattered blasts that sear the flesh of the living and corrupt those who survive, creating wounds that do not heal on their own and a physical corruption that spreads like a virulent poison, killing flesh as it travels through the body. Malak can form these blasts into whatever form he pleases, sometimes forming a sword or bow from the energy. Malak also has other forms of attack, summoning a sweeping black fog, twisting living beings into monsters, enslaving spirits and supernatural beings, physically harming others, draining their energy, striking fear into their hearts, and ripping the souls out of mortalâ??s bodies (a personal favorite). The more complex spells take more time to cast, but Malak is a deadly spell caster none the less.

Black Magicâ??s only real weakness is great holy power, unlike light and dark it takes power from evil, not lack of light. A holy attack can cancel his power, artifacts of gods and divinity can easily purge the taint from an area. Holy objects also can physically harm Malak, burning his flesh as if they were on fire, he needs to use special tools to manipulate and destroy them. It also is not meant to be used by mortal man, and taint horribly warps all it touches, including Malak. If Malak were to repeatedly use his most powerful spells, he would find his flesh literally rotting off his bones after a few minutes, each spell also causes pain..

Necromancy- Malak is a powerful Necromancer, using spells to manipulate the spirits of the dead, or more specifically the bodies of the dead. While Malak is able to control spirits he uses other forms for his magic, summoning undead creatures to fight for him rather than having a peaceful relation with spirits. Malak is a master of the darker forms of necromancy, and his alter ego Malachai is an accomplished spell caster. Malakâ??s skill in Necromancy is limited due to the fact that he is not a full blooded Necromancer; his power is â??borrowedâ?? from the Ancient Necromancer named Malchior. Malak also uses this, paired with Black Magic to raise corpses from the dead as undead slaves, then to twist them into Darklings he calls ghouls.

Conjuration: Malak loves to summon creatures to fight for him, whether they are familiars or demons. His favorites are monstrous hellhounds, beasts that resemble wolves but are often but are somewhat skeletal in nature, billowing green flames from their eyes and mouths and creatures called Hydras, venomous snakelike demons which emerge from his shoulders when it comes time to strike. Malak also uses spells from this field to change his clothing with a flash of green flames or to summon his weapon, but not much more, Everything but clothes and weapons may take a long time to summon. Sometimes, Malak will use his abilities to twist and warp a living creature, corrupting it beyond recognition and creating a monster known as a darkling. Malak's darklings are hard to miss, wrapped in bindings and pierced with rods of metal and bone, tortured for eternity there is numerous types, based on what they once were. .

Curses- Curses are the most powerful long-term effects that Malak has in his possession, and with the most numerous effects. Curses are spells that Malak uses to inflict a rather permanent or long lasting effect on an enemy, not all are deadly, but all are unpleasant, curses have many, many effects but generally cause pain and suffering on the victim, from transforming someone into something or branding them with a mark that causes death to follow them, striking down all who are close to them while leaving them agonizingly alive, or having food turn to ashes in a personâ??s mouth. Malak inflicts curses on enemies he hates and sometimes on allies as a punishment for irritating him. Curses are sometimes able to be lifted by holy magic, but some of them, like the Curse of the Seal he left on Naolin and the Curse of the Gorgon can only be lifted by Malak himself. Malakâ??s favorite curse is the Curse of Gorgon, which slowly, but surely turns an enemy into a unliving statue, immortalized and in constant pain for all eternity. Curses have no real offensive purpose, instead Malak merely uses them to torture other living beings after combat. Hexes are essentially lighter versions of curses that interfere with an enemy's thought or sanity, making them clumsy and disoriented. Hexes can actually be used in combat, unlike curses.


��� [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;;

Malak is not a fan of close combat, he does not use a sword or a staff, but his hands when he is forced to fight in close quarters. He is very skilled in unarmed combat, being trained in martial arts by his master and uses a difficult style that utilized sharp blows with the clawed gauntlet. If he has to fight he prefers to use close ranged spells or his gauntlet, the Hand of Amon-Sul to deflect attacks and focus his magic into close range attacks.

Malchior's Talisman- Malchior talisman is a Talisman that once belonged to the evil sorcerer that once ravaged both of the lands with his dark magic, responsible for the corruption of Lassadar in general and strangely the presence of roaming undead elsewhere. This Talasman possessed a portion of Malchior soul, and is the source of Malakâ??s necromantic powers and knowelege, as well as his ability to consume the souls of the living. Malchior himself is available as a spirit, still wielding all the fury he had in life in death, having given his Protégé and successor the rest. The Talisman is Malakâ??s prized possession, and woe to any thief who manages to steal it. This is noted as a weapon because whenever Malak interacts with his dark lord, he gains an absurd boost in his magical power, guided by the king of the dead himself.

Hand of Andum-Sul- The Hand of Twilight- The Hand of Twilight is a powerful, ancient artifact of evil power that Malak wears. The hand takes the form of a long black gauntlet, worn on Malakâ??s right arm; The Hand covers his hand and forearm, all the way up to the elbow. The upper part of the glove appears to be made of thin black metal that fits the skin so smoothly and tightly it appears to be a glove, in no way bulky or cumbersome, with craftsmanship that almost rivals that of the elves of Greatwood. The gauntletâ??s hand is even more unique, on the back of the hand is a large, demonic looking eye seemingly embedded in it, the eye on the back of the hand remains closed when inactive, but when it opens, the gloveâ??s power is activated. The fingers are long and sleek, matching Malakâ??s fingers perfectly, though when activated the fingers can grow into deadly talons, increasing the weaponâ??s already terrifying look. The Hand seems to be able to change shape, growing bladelike attachments at its userâ??s will when activated. In its activated state the eye glows and lines run through the glove, ritual designs highlighted in blood red cover the glove. The Hand of Twilight has numerous powers, able to channel a curse with great effect, like the curse of the Gorgon, enabling their use in close combat and allowing him to rapidly petrify or disable foes.

The hand of Amon Sol has also displayed other abilities, more terrifying ones. Using The Hand Malak is able to grab a living being and drain the life force from them, rapidly aging them until they are nothing but bones and ash, Malak has also been seen tearing the soul from a human being who angered him. The Hand also has another power, when Malak uses it and touches an object, it is destroyed, either shattered or disintegrated, crumbling to ash whether it was stone, steel wood, or flesh. Malak is never seen without it (Usually keeping it in Glove form) The Hand has its inherent weaknesses too, of course it has an extremely short range in order to work, leaving Malak vulnerable to ranged attack nearly at all times, it also makes it difficult to fight more heavily armed enemies, and nearly impossible to fight multiple enemies. One on one however, Malak can be quite deadly. The hand also takes time to deliver it's most devastating attack, the life drain


[ â? о и â?® â? ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ This connection is deep.] ;; The Drunken Necromancer is Malakâ??s worst enemy (Or at least that is how Malak feels, Nao is unaware of his old rivalâ??s malicious nature), a noble at birth the man is a powerful necromancer, gifted in the arts. Malak believes that the Necromancer is an insult to the art of the dead, and his hatred is what drove him to lay his most powerful curse on him to chain his powers.

Malak doesnâ??t particularly like many on his own side, he despises the King for his power, yet follows him purely out of respect for that same power, that and the fact that the King has offered him even greater power. Malak is good at forming connections, either as the cruel warlock he is, or as the kindly sorcerer-lord Malachai.

��� [ Your sound of death.] ;;

For most of these, remove lyrics, the music says enough.
Romanticide - Nightwish
The Gears - Dethklok
Bloodlines - Dethklok (Shush, I like those songs. >.>)

��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Malak was born and raised a slave. He guards this secret and many others with his life, and will personally kill anybody who finds out, brutally, then devour their soul.

��� [ Show them proudly] ;; White (for general text), Green (For Malak's speech), and purple. (For Malachai's Speech)



Sincerely yours,
Midnight​
 
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" If you have no purpose in life...your life has no meaning. "

Tsuâ??Ro
' Artificial Naturalist '

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Beneath the title.] ;;Tsuâ??Ro â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The years come and go.] ;; Appears 22
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; November 24th
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Male
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Women, men...there's no difference to me. All that matters is that they can please me when the time comes.
��� [ How high is high.] ;; Six foot four
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Demon
��� [There is no other I am servant to] ;; The side of Light>.> Brand

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Back/Hazel
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Black
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; [x]
Peaking out from under the shadows of his hood lie eyes the color of pure darkness. They reflect peoplesâ?? worst fears and deepest fantasies. Deep pink lips curved into a wistful smile often fool people into believing his tales of inner happiness. Tsuâ??Roâ??s face is rarely seen for it is always covered by a white hood which overshadows it only allowing people to see just a glimpse of his chiseled features. However due to the shadows playing on his features, and his hair falling gracefully over his shoulders he is often mistaken for a woman.

Tsuâ??Ro wears a long cloak that covers up his frame making it difficult for people to actually determine who and what he is. Underneath his cloak lies a slender frame molded with muscles. On his crème skin lays blooming roses with thorny vines that wrap around his torso and lower back. The tattoo represents the curse put upon him by his family. Around his neck is a real thorn filled rose, scratching an ancient language belonging to his clan to gain control over him. Upon his left wrist lies a white rose, like the one around his neck. The thorny vine tears up his arm leaving permanent scars stopping just below his shoulder. When up close, you can see that the rose upon his wrist, survives off his life force as it delves in and out of his skin like it would if planted into the ground.

When Tsuâ??Ro isnâ??t being so enigmatic, his eyes take on a warm hazel color which enhances his light skin color and dark hair. When Tsuâ??Ro can no longer control his temper his canines grow to an amazing two inches, his retractable green nails grow into claws, his hair extending down to his feet. His rose tattoos blossom, shifting upon his body, newly formed petals appearing on him in various places. Tsuâ??Roâ??s beauty seems unmatched by anyoneâ??s giving him a slight doll-like look.

Underneath this demonâ??s cloak consists of a traditional green Chinese royalty outfit. His left sleeve is torn off to reveal his scarred arm and the rose that is the cause of such. He wears no shoes.


[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Emotional, daydreamer, mysterious, narcissistic, nostalgic, seductive


â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The real me.] ;; Tsuâ??Roâ??s personality is unclear to all that know him, or well believe they know him. The demon can be kindhearted, and then coldhearted. He can somehow be full of bliss and suddenly drop into an extreme mode of depression. It isnâ??t determined by others of what makes this demon tick as he often keeps a stoic air to him, blocking out everything around him to avoid personality jumps.

To quite a few, Tsuâ??Ro is envisioned as evil for his past deeds. And to others he is perceived to be an angel of sorts, willing to throw his life away for another to protect what he so dearly believes in. He would rather die than to loose his purpose in life. It is difficult to determine if the demon trusts you or not, because he refuses to reveal his identity. He is extremely fearful that he will be executed for his looks, or the effects his eyes have on others when he isnâ??t paying attention. Or worse the person he reveals himself to, is a lost tribesman who would use his powers for evil, like the King of Darkness tried. Accept the tribesman would be considerably worse sense they would know how to read the ancient writing upon his neck.

Tsuâ??Ro can be quite a narcissist, but in actuality it is just a façade to hide his weaknesses. In a nutshell, one can, and should opt to just refer to him as a paradox and leave it at that. Until the battles constantly taking place inside of him are over, one will never truly know him. To further wrap himself in a cloak of security, he uses his beauty and elegance as a way to seduce others in an attempt at gaining loveâ?¦something he never truly experienced. He often gets love mixed up with other emotions which would explain his extreme devotion to Brand de Zeus.


â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The past is history.] ;; Tsuâ??Ro was the only one inside of his tribe that was mixed with another species. The mix inside of him is unclear as his mother was raped on one fateful night. So, right then and there the half breed was an outcast before he was even born. His mother was the leader of a family of demons disguised as rogue magic wielders. Unfortunately the night he was born, marked the end for his mother. She was praised among the tribesman and for being the cause of death Tsuâ??Ro was cursed, and left to die. The tribe gave him a cursed tattoo of thorny roses over his body, and tattooed the words â??Tsu'Ro, son of Ji'une is hereby bound by these words to serve whoever speaks, â??Ill fated oneâ?¦bringer of chaos and destructionâ?¦.bow down and take your rightful position as a slave.â? The curse was a security deposit just in case he decided to come back for retribution.

Just as death was about to claim his infant life, a rogue from the tribe who felt their judgment of him was wrong took him under their wing. She named him Tsuâ??Ro, meaning one of beauty and grace. As time went on, as Tsu began to mature he realized just how different he was from the other children around him. Everyone became a lot more drawn to him, in a sexual manner more than anything else. His beauty was divine, and his unusual powers with nature scared the people. The people claimed her was a demon in an angelâ??s body, claiming her was going to be the death of them all. Tried to blame him for disasters he could fix, and did in fact fix. In an attempt at ridding the village of Tsuâ??Ro the people ganged up on his mother slaughtering her while he was off running errands for her. They figured that maybe if they destroyed his attachment he would just go. It only wound up pissing the demon off severely, and once again he had to destroy something precious and dear to him.

Tsuâ??Ro attempted to live peacefully in many villages. One after another he was resented among the natives. The only ones tat would tolerate him would be the children. Even that wasnâ??t enough because he always needed more. No matter if he were kind or just in the shadows people hated him. He took on multiple personas(which explains his random personality) trying to make people like him. Tsuâ??Ro finally gives up and throws on a cloak hiding his appearance roaming the lands searching for a purpose in a world which seemed to hate him, without knowing anything about him. Finally, Tsuâ??Ro found himself drawn to the kingdom of Elizar, where the queen took him inâ?¦and alas he felt like he had before his mothers were ripped away from him.

He immediately fell for the Youngest Knight more than the others, simply admiring his passion for what he believed in. Adoring the fact that he had such a strong purpose in life. There he had decided to fight for what the Youngest Knight didâ??justice. However when the Queen fell, and the knights were forced into hiding; again he had felt everything was taken from him and well, reverted back to trying to find a purpose for his wretched life. On his journey to find a life, a tiger came upon him injured and starving. He cared for it, having a companion of sorts. Finding something in the beast no one else had. His bond with the animal brought back a passion which gave him the sudden realization that he should look for the knights. Search out Brand and help restore the land of light, just as the queen would have wanted.


[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ I'm used to it] ;; Tsuâ??Ro has a habit of losing himself. He frequently yammers incoherent words and phrases when his past resurfaces and haunts him. He especially fall in and out of reality when he feels lost in life, like his purpose is slowly slipping through his fingers. When he is considerably ticked off has a habit of going all out falling into a rage that shakes the earth and seems to disturb the natural balance of nature itself. However as long as there is someone or something there to calm him, his fits turn into nothing but mere tantrums.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;; Nature itself
Sexual encounters
His pet Firuâ??en, which means beloved in his motherâ??s ancient language.
��� [ When the dog bites.] ;; Unwanted conflicts
People who despise the knights, especially the youngest.
��� [ When the bee stings.] ;; Not being loved or appreciated when he does something for a person.
Losing his purpose in life.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Tsuâ??Ro controls the very essence of nature many ignore, neglect, and abuse. He is so one with nature he can sometimes feel its pain. Tsuâ??Ro can talk to animals and can also control them. He uses the nature around him to inflict harm on his enemies, helps others, and to also travel. For instance, he could summon the roots of a tree to bind an enemy and stab him to death, and do the very same thing whilst riding away on the roots of a tree.
â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;; Tsuâ??Ro wields no weapon. However if he believes he needs one, he will often break off a sturdy branch and strengthen it so it can be used as a weapon. When his magic is used on a limb of a tree it often resembles a katana. Depending on his mood, he will either create something smooth and slick for quick jobs, or something close to a broadsword to make his enemies suffer. Other than that, he sometimes uses his nails, which do the job just fine. If Tsuâ??Ro is attempting to be stealthy, he will use the rose vine upon his arm to strangle his enemy into oblivion..


[ â? о и â?® â? ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ This connection is deep.] ;; There used to be something between the knights and Tsuâ??Ro. A friendship if you must. However when the Queen fell and they were forced into hidingâ?¦ Tsuâ??Ro nearly lost his mind dwelling on the past as he had lost the only ones keeping him occupied from such thoughts. Tsuâ??Ro simply fell into all types of illusions and tricks of the King of Darkness; simply distraught that everything around him had crashed down around him again. For a short time the demon did the kings bidding, falling deeper into the clutches of the madmanâ??almost becoming a mindless slave. However with one mention of Brandâ??s name he snapped out of his soulless state, refusing to take the Youngest Knightâ??s life. Apparently the King was angered that all his hard work had went down the drain and spread nasty rumors about the demon creating a deep fear in the otherâ??s heart about returning to Brand and the knights, thus creating a great distance between them.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;; Xiah-Beautiful Thing, Versialles-Episode, Maaya Sakamoto and Steve Conte- Garden of Everything

��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Is fond of the Youngest Knight
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; (>x.x)>,(>..)> ((x.x))



Sincerely yours,
November[S n o w]​
 
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"Oh Iâ??m sorry were you saying something? I got caught up in the mirror again. "

â?? Aneolis Quistes Viviani â??
' The Amiable Siren. '

��� [ Beneath the title.] ;; To all who encounter her, she is known as Aneolis.
��� [ The years come and go.] ;; Unknown. Appears to be in her mid twenties.
��� [ The start of our existence] ;; July 21st
��� [ Battle of the sexes.] ;; Female
��� [ Gender is nothing more than a label ] ;; Hmm..whichever she can lure the fastest.
â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ How high is high.] ;; 5â??9â?
��� [ Aren't we all the same deep down.] ;; Siren
��� [ There is no other I am servant to] ;; Herself and only herself. But, for fun, she serves the king of darkness.

[ â? â?? ι g н Ñ? â? ]​

��� [ A place to get lost] ;; Silver//Gold
��� [ Divinely my own.] ;; Black
��� [ Mirror mirror on the wall.] ;; Bright silver eyes glow, and shimmer with beauty. Long, silken ebony locks dances along her smooth tanned skin, those seductive lips of hers always curved into an alluring smile. Her body is long, and curvaceous, a beautifully crafted being seeming to have been made purely for the seduction of others. Her dark hair is usually slicked back, showing off those bright silver eyes of hers, and her delicate facial features. She is the beauty of pure sex, the grace of deceit, the warmth of charm. She is the vision of all that makes the races quake in fear before her insightfully manipulative ways. Shooting out from the curves of her delicate shoulders are feathers, which serves as a high collar. Connected to the collar sort of like a vest is a silken fabric that resembles lace holding up her ample breasts, elegantly flowing down to her knees as a dress. The dress gracefully splits over her thighs creating an even sexier look. Stockings hide the skin of her legs, sleeves and gloves cover up more skin as a tease, and four inch heels complete her look.

However underneath all that beauty lies a beastly like creature. As she was cursed to be born a siren, somewhat the opposite of a mermaid she was given everything to be beautiful except the face and body. In her true form, Aneolis has large black bird wings that have a wingspan of ten feet. The look beautiful from afar but up close they are tattered and worn out. Her soft and delicate hands transform into black bird claws as well and her beautiful feet. The texture of the bird traits upon her hands trails up to her forearm, and from her feet and up to her calves. Her eyes are no longer an alluring silver, but an eerie gold which depending on her actions would creep her prey out or lure them to her. Black feathers grow out of her forehead down to both sides of her cheeks and up into her silken hair, giving her and even more bird like look. A tail of feathers pokes out of her behind, the features of her face are far more exaggerated as an almost pointed nose and large eyes, are present as opposed to smaller almond shaped curious ones and a round tip nose.

Aneolis also takes on many other forms as well. Depending on her mood, she could be a blonde with blue eyes, a redhead with green ones, a brunette with brown ones, or white haired with red eyes. She also enjoys enhancing the true beauty of her wings as well sometimes wearing them out instead of hiding with the rest of her true form. She also sometimes favors the large almond shaped eyes as opposed to the smaller ones to give off a more innocent look, when trying to really lure someone into her web of deceit.


[ â?¦ о я â?¦ ]​

Cunning/Insightful/Deceptive/Manipulative/Alluring/Charming

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The real me.] ;; Aneolis as a whole could be described as insightfully manipulative and deceitfully charming. She uses her inexplicable beauty to charm people. She uses her wits to draw people into her. She enjoys toying with peoplesâ?? feelings and destroying their lives to the point that they call to the heavens to grant them death. One could think of this Siren as a puppeteer of sorts. She pulls the strings of her preys making them do things they would have never done if not for her. She enjoys watching their transformations. She enjoys corrupting pure minds to watch as her lies and deceit tear away at their timid minds breaking them down into nothing more than an empty shell. Beauty is always at its pique when death approaches.

She is in fact a pure narcissist. With a bad past, her personality, instead of improving, had gotten worse. Before she was simply insecure, now she is just full of herself. She constantly adores herself; always flaunting her beauty around, being just a tease to whomever is foolish enough to fall into her charming façade. She is obsessed with the beauty of herself and the beauty in other things. She doesnâ??t normally find herself losing control of her temper. One could consider her the laid back type. When the battle isnâ??t serious she is normally in a nonchalant mood about things not pertaining to her everlasting beauty.

Completely obsessed with looks, Aneolis will always associate things with beauty. Sometimes she can be on edge when she canâ??t produce the right potion to give her a certain look. At times she can be extremely gloomy over her appearance. However she would never let anyone notice such, as she has too much hubris to allow anyone to witness her when she is down. Nothing makes her happier than to draw people deeper into her deceitful ways. It is oh, so, fun for her to watch them react to her true self. Nothing makes better entertainment than death and the element of surprise.

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ The past is history.] ;; Aneolis was the only siren known to her kind to fall prey to the beings outside of her race about looks. Even though she was considerably good at luring prey to die at the clutches of her tattered heart and soul, she just couldnâ??t bear for their last words to be â??what a beast!â? or â??what the hell are you?â? If those in fact were their last words, then did she really triumph over them? After all of that work, she still wasnâ??t satisfied with the results. However, no matter how she tried nothing seemed to cover up her looks. Make-up failed miserably, attempting to bind a pretty humanâ??s face to hers failed, and even though killing those little fucks called mermaids were fun, the comments before her preysâ?? deaths still werenâ??t getting any better. For quite a while, Aneolis suffered at the hands of her surroundings mocking her imperfections, teasing and taunting until she finally had a nervous breakdown. During that moment of sheer agony and pain she discovered something. That something was alchemy. In her late motherâ??s belongings she discovered a book based of pure alchemyâ?¦ There were things in that book that explained so much about her mother, and even about herself.

Aneolisâ??s alchemy started out shaky. With time she began to get better and better responses from her experiments before their deaths. Experiments were what she referred to her prey while in training to be a great alchemist like her mother. With time, she had exceeded what her mother had done and shocked her family. She had become the next greatest siren, one to be well known upon sea and land. With her newly found talents she began to really toy with her preys, preying not only on their flesh but their minds as well. At some point in time she had become as obsessed with the beauty of death as she had with the beauty of herself. Since most beings are only beautiful in the hands of the reaper, one would often find her with a trail of corpses, and mindless dolls.

Now that Aneolis had all that she wanted she found out she wanted more. When the Queen fell she found herself drawn to the ones capable of such. She found herself wanting to take the Kingâ??s place. To be the greatest siren, she would have to have more power than he. With her true intentions a secret she joined up with his servants. To get power you would have to take it. And to succeed further than any siren has ever done, to obtain true beauty, she would need to conquer his land. To do so, an inside job sounded way easier, and less messy than taking him apart piece by piece. If he himself had taken down the Queen he was obviously not going to fall into a bunch of mind tricksâ??even though that became her specialty over the years. All in all, she decided working her way up the food chain would be best for her mission to power.




[ â? d а я κ â? ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ I'm used to it] ;; Aneolis obviously has a bad habit of thinking of herself and her ambitions over anything else. She canâ??t help but to tease, and taunt loving the reaction she gets when people realize they canâ??t have her. Her most favorite bad habit, she has obtained over the years is watching someone die, or completely fall under her mind control. Thereâ??s a beauty in that she just loves to exploit to its fullest potential. She also enjoys mindless puppets, and using them up and tends to send them on missions when she is too caught up in her mirror to do anything. Another bad habit she has is that when she does finally tear herself away from her large mirror, she brings a smaller one and adores herself like that while on all her missions. And she also has a strong obsession for a beauty other than hers. Trying to control that beauty is also a bad habit.
��� [ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.] ;; Mind control, sex, teasing, death, and beauty, anything that is beauty.
��� [ When the dog bites.] ;; Preys that don't satisfy her, mindless puppets who try and hang on to the things they missed, getting depressed, and being away from a mirror for too long.
��� [ When the bee stings.] ;; Aneolis is paranoid always that at some point her mirror will break on a mission and she won't be able to adore herself anymore. Or that she might go blind somehow.

[ â?¦ Ñ?нâ?®Ñâ?® саи оиâ??γ вâ?® â?¦ ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Feel my wrath.] ;; Aneolis, specializes in alchemy. She can charm the most ferocious of demons with them, heal her â??comradesâ?, poison others, enhance monsters, and mask herself and others in a thick cloud of smoke. She can temporarily just like with the monsters, enhance the qualities of her dolls to make them stronger and faster. Her potions help her maintain her beauty, and stealthily kill enemies when she isnâ??t in the mood to fight.
â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ Cower beneath my blade.] ;;Aneolis isnâ??t really a combative siren. Born into a world of charms and lies thatâ??s all she knows. However, she is so good at alluring her prey with her looks, voice, and talents of dancing and playing the harp she often doesnâ??t need to do much. Her only weapon is the giant fans she has and makes her dolls carry. She has another weapon. It is her true form. In that form she is much faster and stronger despite her looks. Instead of fighting however, she enjoys feasting upon her enemies, so a battle to her in her true for would be a banquet.

As it stands the abilities she has perfected to complete perfection are:
The making of potions to enhance her dolls, to heal her partners, and to create a temporary smoke for quick escapes, or sneak attacks.
The potions to change and keep her beauty intact.
And the obvious abilities of charming others into their doom.


[ â? о и â?® â? ]​

â?¥â?¥â?¥ [ This connection is deep.] ;; Well there isnâ??t much of a connection between her and anybody really. Unless, one would count her extreme obsessions with everyoneâ??s beauty.
��� [ Your sound of death.] ;;
Boukoku Kakusei Cathars â?? ALI Project.
Sensou to Heiwa â?? ALI Project
Erotic Heretic â?? ALI Project
Gokuraku Keihime â?? ALI Project

��� [ Fulfil your curiosity.] ;; Is mostly obsessed with Malak, the King of Darkness's power, and anything that is simply beautiful to her.
��� [ Show them proudly] ;; � � � .


Sincerely yours,
November[S n o w].​
 
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